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

[Verse 1:
My tongue like a gun, it's to let a slug spray
I been made RAID, but I ain't out of bug spray
He been a faggot, that nigga was gay
See he a man-bitch, on a man's dick
Y'all he balls, no damn mitt
But y'all ain't it, I'm infected, I'm too damn sick
They gon' have this diss bumpin' like a zit
'Cause this tryna make a poodle fight a damn pit
This a dog fight, but every pussy make a dog
I'm like 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 never have an off
I'm always on my J-O, a second round K-O
I heard diss but that 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
stay with toasters like an Eggo
Them dudes sick, 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 Ones
I'm in the studio in Gucci's Air Force guns
You ain't like us, I'm the nicest
I was jumpin' in cyphers you was in diapers
So disrespect a grown man
I'll cut your arm off
And then smack you with own hand
Man, you said I shoulda died in that car
I'mma 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 the f**k up
You shoulda been learnt that I was turnt the 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 you'll get popped like a
I'm feelin' myself, no hand sex
Yeah, I wasn't there when the came
But how you know? You wasn't there when shots banged
cats ratted on me when the cops came
I'm a fuckin' G, I'll show you my
For real, I take a deal 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 Meek Millz got a crush on me
I'm doin' me, I ain't worryin' your monkey a**
It like this nigga wearin' a monkey mask
You trash, don't get gassed with flunky a**
You lasted like a or two, but your career through
You terrible, why the would I be scared of you?
the hell you tellin' Cass with your yellin' 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 weak nigga, you ain't Knox or Black Dinero
It's a lot of niggas that be extra ill
But you a silly nigga with a record deal
And you a nigga 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 that Lil' in Conway
They was the same cats that came up you
But you ain't bread, so they don't f**k with you
You be rhymin' all the time like you pistols
But nigga you got the heart to do it
Stop stupid, I ride out, you need starter fluid
I'm tryna keep the game alive, but it's to do it
'Cause all these artists garbage music
That's why I only to myself and my artists' music
We got the hardest music, you so soft in pillow bag
I go like a Brillo pad

Your Mom said I'm your Dad, I be feelin' bad
'Cause I your whole childhood, and that's 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 Maury on the hot
And get a DNA, you know what he'd say
(You are not) the father, damn
These chicks you be screwin' could ruin ya 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 role the damn dice
The right of way or you've got a price to pay
Aye, I wired, you already know
Higher than a helium balloon you let it go
I drink a whole cup liquor, twist a dutch
Of grape haze, I call it a Fruit Roll Up
You what? I'm too damn good
So I'mma blow up like tryna a canned good
Ya man good, I mine
Since a kid, I was like Trayvon, in the damn 'hood
Now I spit new bars over old
My flow heat, I've got a hot head not cold
I roll leaf, get higher a bloody nose seat
You so sweet, Monday to Sunday you so weak
I'm so street, you you don't want no beef
'Cause when I put caps in your grill, it ain't gold teeth
I throw bullets like a QB, go
'Cause when I blast rounds, it'll be your down
be the last sound that you'll hear
Your blood'll be squirtin'
Ya dead, your head'll like it was never there
Yeah, all that tough talking'll get you a shut
Yup, me and your main slut often
I pick her up, and get my sucked, fuck talkin'
And I stopped jewels, I don't wanna shine
'Cause even in the summertime it be the hawkin'
I'm still ballin', 40 points and
I've been the shit, you ain't 'bout that life, you into this
Sit the bench, you can't ball on the injured
end you career for free to be generous
I'm not a feminist, I get more chicks Ellen Degeneres
But d**k come with benefits
You a bitch, nobody think you a thug
'Cause done made plenty in them skinny jeans
I'll you skinny dip in a pool of blood
When this Ruger slug blows your ass to
And you said you f**ked my girl, bullshit
But me and my had a mnage with your bitch
The bull hit, and then I came on the whore's
Then sent her home, and you was kissin' the whore's
Let's get shit straight, I had my dick in bitch face
So you should let 'em know how my tastes
Them corny bars you done said
You already know I heard it on the radio in
You had to wait 8 months to respond
Nigga, you ain't ready for combat, your wack
Yeah, I'm on the molly and some Cognac
But make Rick Ross rip up your contract
I'm too real, you ain't never had skill
I ain't broke, chill, man I'm still worth a few
You me of Sisq from Dru Hill
Fuck how you feel, you got Lil' killed
And you only ride out on two
You a motorcycle nigga, I don't 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 bunch rhymes, you say the same shit a of times
And I know Ross, the real Rick Ross
Shit, your boss his name, it's got him pissed off
'Cause he was really in the knockin' bricks off
Kilo after kilo, and was a C.O.
The last time we ran into each
You was "Cass let's do a song, you know you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my city like Street

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