Luyện nghe bài hát Repo

We gon' knock this out
We skate to one song and one song only nigga!

Yeah!

1]

Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"?
You a nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig
All ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!
Body Cass, put 'em in a bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a
Real nigga, all I is get a lot of cash
I you hater niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin'
Theres rules to the game I ain't breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga the fame.
I got 30 in my I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist some cars and change
We talking life, 'bout to put a park in my name
to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you like
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't never had no rap, had no to you niggas, so
Why you suckas and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and
Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
Drophead the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is doin'
I'mma king you a pawn, lil I'mma Don
The coke high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle
100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
You got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you got Deebo'd
Them Twitter fucking with your ego
You in the field turn to God like Tebow
Naw that work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth
Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? What you nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all
And goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a from him
my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief nigga
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it
All my guns come with on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
Cause you looking like food my youngins to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up,

You know you up right?
The "hustla"
You know you up right?
Man I ain't doing shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I even signed a year nigga
I got more money all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
niggas ain't do shit!
Talkin' all Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better than you niggas
Coon copped 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to no more!
And not because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been living here eight you pussy ass nigga!