Luyện nghe bài hát Catch A Body

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

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

Dag, all burnt the up
You shoulda learnt that I was turnt the f**k up
You said I wear purple Dickies a du-rag and a 5X tee
But you dress like a fag
shirts, squeezin' your man breasts
Tight ass pants lookin' like
You better stop it, or 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 when them shots
Them cats ratted on me the cops came
I'm a fuckin' G, I'll you my discovery
For real, I ain't take a on my man
I it to trial, and they 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 Millz got a crush on me
I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' your monkey a**
It look like this nigga wearin' a mask
You trash, don't get gassed with your a**
You lasted a year or two, but your career through
You terrible, why the f**k would I be scared of
What the hell you tellin' Cass with yellin' a**?
My record five and zero
I ain't lost, I'mma boss, youse a weirdo
You tryna act like you a street
But you weak nigga, you ain't Mike Knox or Black
It's a lot of Philly that be extra ill
But you just a silly nigga with a record
And you a ugly tryna have sex appeal
You a rider, yeah? Get the f**k here
put you on the entre
It's f**ked up what you did to nigga Lil' in Conway
was the same cats that came up with you
But you ain't break bread, so they don't f**k you
You be rhymin' all the time you bust pistols
But nigga you got the heart to do it
Stop talkin' stupid, I ride out, you need fluid
I'm keep the game alive, but it's hard to do it
'Cause all these artists make music
That's why I only listen to myself and my artists'
We got the hardest music, you so soft in pillow bag
I go hard like a pad

Your Mom said I'm Dad, I should be feelin' bad
'Cause I missed your whole childhood, and that's sad
She really mad that I don't deal 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 know what say
(You are not) the father, damn
These chicks you be screwin' ruin ya damn life
I got a lot of sons
But the only biological ones is the ones my damn wife
Life is a gamble, so you'd better the damn dice
The type of way or you've got a price to pay
Aye, I wired, you already know
Higher than a balloon when you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a whole
Of that grape haze, I call it a Fruit Up
You what? I'm too damn good
So I'mma up like tryna microwave a canned good
Ya man good, I mine
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, 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 don't want no
'Cause when I put them caps in your grill, it gold teeth
I bullets like a QB, go deep
when I blast rounds, it'll be your last down
be the sound that you'll ever hear
Your blood'll be 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 f**k
I her up, and get my dick sucked, fuck talkin'
And I stopped wearin' jewels, I don't wanna
'Cause even in the summertime it be the hawkin'
I'm ballin', 40 points and assists
I've been the shit, you ain't 'bout life, you ain't into this
Sit the bench, you can't ball on the list
end you career for free to be generous
I'm not a feminist, I get more chicks than Degeneres
But this d**k come with
You been a bitch, nobody you a thug
'Cause done made plenty scenes in skinny jeans
I'll you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger slug blows ass to smithereens
And you said you f**ked my girl, bullshit
But me and my wife had a mnage with bitch
The bull hit, and then I on the whore's lips
sent her home, and you was kissin' the whore's lips
Let's get shit straight, I had my in that bitch face
So you let 'em know how my dick tastes
corny bars you done said already
You already know I it on the radio in February
You had to wait 8 months to respond
Nigga, you ain't ready for combat, your rhymes
Yeah, I'm probably on the molly and Cognac
But I'mma make Rick Ross rip up contract
I'm too real, you ain't had true skill
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm worth a few mill'
You remind me of from Dru Hill
how you feel, you got Lil' Snupe killed
And you ride out on two wheels
You a motorcycle nigga, I like you, nigga
I spit crack, I put that on the Bible, nigga
I pack guns to jack son like Michael,
And all your is recycled. nigga
I've got a rhymes, you say the same shit a bunch of times
And I know Rick Ross, the real Rick
Shit, boss stole his name, it's got him pissed off
'Cause he was really in the street knockin' off
Kilo kilo, and yours was a C.O.
The last time we ran into each
You was like: "Cass let's do a song, you you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my like Broad Street

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