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

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

Dag, all the f**k up
You shoulda learnt that I was turnt the f**k up
You said I purple Dickies with a du-rag and a 5X tee
But you dress like a fag
Tight-ass shirts, squeezin' man breasts
ass pants lookin' like Spandex
You better it, or you'll get popped like a Xanax
I'm feelin' myself, no hand sex
Yeah, I there when the cops came
But how you know? You wasn't there them shots banged
Them cats ratted on me when the cops
I'm a fuckin' G, show you my discovery
For real, I ain't take a on my man
I took it to trial, and squealed on my man
Your career downhill, I feel for you man
I been had man, chill, you a fan
I'm still ill man, and you still a f**k,
I think this nigga Meek got a crush on me
I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' 'bout your a**
It look like this nigga wearin' a 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' with your yellin' a**?
My record thousand and zero
I ain't ever lost, I'mma boss, a weirdo
You tryna act like you a nigga
But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Dinero
It's a lot of Philly niggas that be ill
But you just a silly nigga 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 up with you
But you break bread, so they don't f**k with you
You be rhymin' all the time like you pistols
But you ain't got the heart to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you starter fluid
I'm keep the game alive, but it's hard to do it
'Cause all these make garbage music
That's why I listen to myself and my artists' music
We got the music, you so soft in your pillow bag
I go hard a Brillo pad

Your Mom said I'm Dad, I should be feelin' bad
'Cause I missed your whole childhood, and really sad
She really mad that I don't with your silly 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 what he'd say
(You are not) the father, damn
These chicks you be could ruin ya damn life
I got a whole lot of
But the only ones is the ones with my damn wife
Life is a gamble, so you'd better role the dice
The right of way or you've got a price to pay
Aye, I stay wired, you already
Higher than a helium when you let it go
I drink a cup liquor, twist a whole dutch
Of grape haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up
You know I'm too damn good
So blow up like tryna microwave a canned good
Ya man good, I mine
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, walkin' in the damn
Now I spit new bars over old
My heat, I've got a hot head not cold feet
I roll leaf, get higher than a bloody nose
You so sweet, Monday to Sunday you so weak
I'm so street, you know you want no beef
when I put them caps in your grill, it ain't gold teeth
I throw like a QB, go deep
'Cause when I blast rounds, it'll be your down
be the last sound you'll ever hear
Your be squirtin' everywhere
Ya dead, your look like it was never there
Yeah, all that 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 stopped wearin' jewels, I don't shine
'Cause even in the summertime it be the fuck
I'm still ballin', 40 points and
I've the shit, you ain't 'bout that life, you ain't into this
Sit the bench, you can't on the injured list
end you career for free to be generous
I'm not a feminist, I get more than Ellen Degeneres
But this come with benefits
You been a bitch, think you a thug
'Cause done made plenty scenes in them skinny
make you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When Ruger slug blows your ass to smithereens
And you said you my girl, that's bullshit
But me and my had a mnage with your bitch
The bull hit, and then I on the whore's lips
Then sent her home, and you was kissin' the lips
Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in that face
So you should let 'em know how my tastes
Them corny you done said already
You already know I heard it on the radio in
You had to wait 8 to respond back?
Nigga, you ain't ready for combat, your wack
Yeah, I'm on the molly and some Cognac
But I'mma make Ross rip up your contract
I'm too real, you never had true skill
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few
You remind me of Sisq Dru Hill
Fuck how you feel, you got Lil' Snupe
And you only out on two wheels
You a nigga, I don't like you, nigga
I spit cooked crack, I put on the Bible, nigga
I pack guns to jack son like Michael,
And all bars is recycled. nigga
got a bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a bunch of times
And I know Rick Ross, the Rick Ross
Shit, your boss stole his name, it's got him off
'Cause he was in the street knockin' bricks off
Kilo kilo, and yours 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 really wanna take it Is you sure Meek?
The next time slaughter one of your beats
The streets gon' be like: "Cass on the boy Meek"
Yeah, keep rappin' 'til the track stop
I spit crack rock, Meek act shocked
I'm a legend, you know what I did
Everybody know I bodied you in your crib
I bodied you on song that we ever made
Then I bodied you when I put together RAID
This fight here is an easy win
'bout to Tweet: "Cass bodied Meek again!"
I know I'm gettin' your skin
He probably in his Phantom havin' a temper
I'mma always have the belt
I'mma body you, so you could write for your f**kin' self
I wanna hear nothin' else
Yo, go cut your d**k off and go f**k your self