Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

Yeah I'm about to body
Yeah, I'm about to body
Catch a body with bars, the body fall
Then drop the body off, I'm to body y'all
Yeah I'm to body y'all
Yeah, I'm about to body
Catch a body bars, watch the body fall
Then the body off, I'm about to body y'all

1: Cassidy]
My like a gun, it's time to let a slug spray
I made RAID, but I ain't runnin' out of bug spray
He been a faggot, nigga always was gay
See he a man-bitch, on a man's dick
Y'all he grab balls, no damn
But y'all ain't catch it, I'm infected, I'm too sick
They gon' have diss bumpin' like a damn zit
this like tryna make a poodle fight a damn pit
This a dog fight, but pussy make a dog bite
I'm like beams, you a fog light
You can't 'cause your rhymes just alright
I'm a off nigga, soft live a hard life
And I don't have an off night
I'm always on my J-O, a second round K-O
I heard diss but that shit weak
And then you switch
That's the same I did on RAID, yo
This nigga like Play-Doh
I fuego, my dudes is movin' if I say so
They with toasters like an Eggo
dudes sick, they a stick a pool stick in your A-hole
Aye yo, I been had on the payroll
When you was playin' with the Lego
I never wore fake Air Ones
I'm in the in Gucci's with Air Force guns
You ain't nothin' us, I'm the nicest
I was jumpin' in cyphers when you was in
So disrespect a grown man
'Cause I'll cut arm off
And then smack you your own hand
Man, you said I shoulda in that car crash
Well I'mma soak you in car gas and a match
You should stop raps 'cause your bars trash
I'll have your fraud-ass like cigar ash

Dag, all the f**k up
You shoulda been that I was turnt the f**k up
You said I wear purple with a du-rag and a 5X tee
But you dress a true fag
shirts, squeezin' your man breasts
Tight ass lookin' like Spandex
You stop it, or you'll get popped like a Xanax
I'm still feelin' myself, no sex
Yeah, I wasn't there the cops came
But how you know? You wasn't there when them banged
Them cats ratted on me when the cops
I'm a fuckin' G, I'll you my discovery
For real, I ain't a deal on my man
I took it to trial, and they on my man
Your career goin' downhill, I for you man
I had skills man, chill, you a fan
I'm ill man, and you still a f**k, corny
I think this nigga Meek Millz got a on me
I'm doin' me, I worryin' 'bout your monkey a**
It look like this wearin' a monkey mask
You trash, don't get gassed your flunky a**
You lasted like a year or two, but your through
You terrible, why the f**k would I be scared of
What the hell you tellin' Cass with your a**?
My five thousand and zero
I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, a weirdo
You tryna act you a street nigga
But you nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Black Dinero
a lot of Philly niggas that be extra ill
But you just a nigga with a record deal
And you a nigga tryna have sex appeal
You a rider, yeah? Get the outta here
put you on the entre
It's f**ked up what you did to that Lil' in Conway
They was the same cats that came up you
But you ain't break bread, so they don't with you
You be all the time like you bust pistols
But nigga you got the heart to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need fluid
I'm tryna keep the game alive, but hard to do it
'Cause all these make garbage music
That's why I only listen to and my artists' music
We got the hardest music, you so soft in your bag
I go hard a Brillo pad

Your Mom said I'm your Dad, I should be bad
'Cause I missed your whole childhood, and really sad
She mad that I don't deal with your silly ass
I did pop ya Mom, but you was not
Nah, I'm to call Maury on the hot line
And get a DNA, 'cause you know what say
(You are not) the father, right
These you be screwin' could ruin ya damn life
I got a lot of sons
But the only biological ones is the with my damn wife
Life is a gamble, so you'd better role the dice
The right type of way or you've got a to pay
Aye, I stay wired, you already
Higher than a helium balloon you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a dutch
Of that grape haze, I it a Fruit Roll Up
You know what? I'm too damn
So I'mma blow up like microwave a canned good
Ya man good, I spray
a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the damn 'hood
Now I spit new over old beats
My flow heat, I've got a hot head not feet
I roll leaf, get higher than a bloody nose
You so sweet, from to Sunday you so weak
I'm so street, you know you want no beef
'Cause when I put them caps in grill, it ain't gold teeth
I bullets like a QB, go deep
when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down
be the last sound that you'll hear
Your be squirtin' everywhere
Ya dead, your head'll look like it was there
Yeah, all tough talking'll get you a shut coffin
Yup, me and your main f**k often
I her up, and get my dick sucked, fuck talkin'
And I wearin' jewels, I don't wanna shine
'Cause even in the it be the fuck hawkin'
I'm ballin', 40 points and assists
I've been the shit, you ain't 'bout that life, you ain't this
Sit the bench, you can't on the injured list
I'll end you for free to be generous
I'm not a feminist, I get more chicks Ellen Degeneres
But this d**k come with
You been a bitch, nobody think you a
'Cause done made plenty scenes in them skinny
I'll make you skinny dip in a pool of
When Ruger slug blows your ass to smithereens
And you said you f**ked my girl, that's
But me and my wife had a mnage with bitch
The bull hit, and then I came on the lips
Then sent her home, and you was kissin' the whore's
Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in that bitch
So you should let 'em how my dick tastes
Them bars you done said already
You already know I heard it on the in February
You had to wait 8 months to back?
Nigga, you ain't ready for combat, your wack
Yeah, I'm probably on the molly and Cognac
But I'mma Rick Ross rip up your contract
I'm too real, you never had true skill
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still a few mill'
You remind me of from Dru Hill
Fuck how you feel, you got Lil' killed
And you ride out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't you, nigga
I spit crack, I put that on the Bible, nigga
I guns to jack son like Michael, nigga
And all your bars is recycled.
got a bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a bunch of times
And I know Rick Ross, the real Rick
Shit, your boss his name, it's got him pissed off
'Cause he was really in the knockin' bricks off
Kilo kilo, and yours was a C.O.
The last time we ran each other
You was like: "Cass let's do a song, you you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my city like Street

Do you really wanna take it there? Is you Meek?
The time I'mma slaughter one of your beats
The streets gon' be "Cass spazzed on the boy Meek"
Yeah, I'll rappin' 'til the track stop
I crack rock, Meek don't act shocked
I'm a legend, you what I did already
Everybody know I bodied you in crib already
I bodied you on every song we ever made
Then I bodied you again when I put RAID
This fight right is an easy win
Everybody 'bout to "Cass bodied Meek again!"
I I'm gettin' underneath your skin
He probably in his Phantom havin' a tantrum
I'mma have the f**kin' belt
I'mma body you, so you could ghost write for your f**kin'
I wanna hear nothin' else
Yo, just go cut d**k off and go f**k your self