Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

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

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

Dag, all burnt the up
You shoulda been learnt that I was turnt the up
You said I purple Dickies 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 better stop it, or you'll get popped a Xanax
I'm feelin' myself, no hand sex
Yeah, I wasn't there when the came
But how you know? You wasn't there when them banged
Them cats ratted on me when the cops
I'm a G, I'll show you my discovery
For real, I ain't take a on my man
I took it to trial, and squealed on my man
career goin' downhill, I feel for you man
I had skills man, chill, you a fan
I'm ill man, and you still a f**k, corny
I think nigga Meek Millz got a crush on me
I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' your monkey a**
It look like this nigga a monkey mask
You trash, don't get gassed with your a**
You lasted like a year or two, but career through
You terrible, why the f**k would I be of you?
What the hell you tellin' Cass with your yellin'
My five thousand and zero
I ever lost, I'mma boss, youse a weirdo
You act like you a street nigga
But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Dinero
It's a lot of Philly that be extra ill
But you a silly nigga with a record deal
And you a ugly nigga have sex appeal
You a rider, yeah? Get the f**k outta
I'mma put you on the
It's f**ked up what you did to nigga Lil' in Conway
They was the same that came up with you
But you break bread, so they don't f**k with you
You be rhymin' all the like you bust pistols
But you ain't got the heart to do it
talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need starter fluid
I'm tryna keep the game alive, but it's to do it
'Cause all these make garbage music
That's why I listen to myself and my artists' music
We got the hardest music, you so soft in your bag
I go like a Brillo pad

Your Mom said I'm Dad, I should be feelin' bad
'Cause I missed whole childhood, and that's really sad
She really mad that I don't deal with your ass
I did pop ya Mom, but you was not
Nah, I'm 'bout to call on the hot line
And get a DNA, 'cause you know what say
(You are not) the father, damn
chicks 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 better role the damn dice
The right of way or you've got a price to pay
Aye, I stay wired, you know
Higher a helium balloon when you let it go
I drink a cup liquor, twist a whole dutch
Of that grape haze, I call it a Fruit Up
You know what? I'm too damn
So I'mma blow up like tryna microwave a canned
Ya man good, I mine
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the 'hood
Now I spit new over old beats
My heat, I've got a hot head not cold feet
I roll leaf, get higher a bloody nose seat
You so sweet, from Monday to Sunday you so
I'm so street, you you don't want no beef
'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it ain't gold
I throw bullets like a QB, go
'Cause when I blast rounds, it'll be your last
be the last sound that you'll hear
Your blood'll be everywhere
Ya dead, your look like it was never there
Yeah, all tough talking'll get you a shut coffin
Yup, me and your main slut often
I pick her up, and get my sucked, fuck talkin'
And I wearin' jewels, I don't wanna shine
'Cause even in the summertime it be the hawkin'
I'm still ballin', 40 and assists
I've been the shit, you ain't 'bout that life, you ain't into
Sit the bench, you can't on the injured list
I'll end you career for 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 skinny jeans
I'll you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger blows your ass to smithereens
And you said you f**ked my girl, bullshit
But me and my wife had a with your bitch
The bull hit, and then I on the whore's lips
Then her home, and you was kissin' the whore's lips
Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in that face
So you should let 'em know how my tastes
corny bars you done said already
You know I heard it on the radio in February
You had to wait 8 to respond back?
Nigga, you ready for combat, your rhymes wack
Yeah, I'm probably on the molly and some
But make 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 Sisq from Dru
how you feel, you got Lil' Snupe killed
And you only out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't like you,
I spit crack, I put that on the Bible, nigga
I guns to jack son like Michael, nigga
And all bars is recycled. nigga
I've got a bunch rhymes, you say the shit a bunch of times
And I know Rick Ross, the real Ross
Shit, your boss his name, it's got him pissed off
'Cause he was in the street knockin' bricks off
Kilo after kilo, and was a C.O.
The last time we ran into other
You was like: "Cass let's do a song, you you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my city like Street

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