Luyện nghe bài hát Repo

We gon' knock right out
We gon' skate to one song and one song 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 put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I is get a lot of cash
I took you hater niggas spot that's why you mad!
My story, all guts,
on the corner, Glock .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 they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin'
rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost cars and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a in my name
to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't never had no rap, had no to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' I'm like a Laker
givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up!
Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and
Rice and gravy, now crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, is y'all doin'
king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the
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 for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek bomb now?"
Went driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I heard car got re-poed
But this is bike boy you just got Deebo'd
Them niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga
What you made this What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I church nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we ain't talking larceny cause all trash
And your 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, he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a from him
Once my niggas at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief nigga
Got a matte Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my come with extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking food my youngins ready to get up
you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the up, woah

You you fucked up right?
The "hustla"
You know you fucked up
Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass
I in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga
I got more money all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all ain't do shit!
Talkin' all Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out nigga
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you
Coon that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was comin' to Philly
You been living here years you pussy ass nigga!