Luyện nghe bài hát Repo (Cassidy Diss)

Fucking style, get ya jig on
You a ass nigga, put a wig on
Nigga i be ham till the pig gone
all this ice around my neck, i got a on

Body Cass, put him in a bag
niggga, we should put you in a body cast
Real nigga, all i is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin niggas spot, you probably mad

My story, All guts
Posted on the corner glock .40 on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin like none of niggas can't harm me

I from the bottom, where they never made it at
With all these jewels on they ain'y never taking
It's rules to the game, I ain't never that
And you give a statement, nigga you can never take it back

You lame, of the game, nigga pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip, I park in ya frame
Plus rollie on my wrist cost some car and some change
I'm talkin bike life, bout to put a park in my

Just to on you niggas or, slide on you niggas
In the G550, when we glide on you
Like on you niggas, homicide on you niggas
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you

So why you suckas and talkin bout what im makin
When i be out in and ballin like i'm a Laker
It's givers and takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just richer, i wake up to get my cake up

Black Maserati, Chinchillas from
All killer me, all lookin Ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and
and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipes got me

All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin i'm KD, how can niggas play me
If you talkin money nigga, fuck you pay me
Drop with top down and th A/C on, Drawn

Fuck is doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little nigga i'm a Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little nigga do the

And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon handle
100 grand nigga, you ain't got the tabs for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
Cause you ain't got half of that, pump you up asthma attack

Bye calm down, fo you make me bomb now
all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds
You niggas to die down, Philly nigga, my town

I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's life boy you just got
Them twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like

Naw that won't work nigga, get you murked nigga
All black nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga
Been a man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff yo skeleton right in the dirt nigga

you mad this year, what you worth nigga
I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i church nigga
I did I'm a Boss, and set the summer off
Now these old niggas mad at me they fallin off

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't talkin larceny cause all trash
And ya goons ain't ridin with ya, all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR-ABs

And ya dog caught a for ya, damn he ain't eat from it
Now you mad at Swiss cus, you can't get a beat him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon comin
We ain't no Gump nigga, better keep runnin

Duck, tuck and hit up, nigga you lit up
Cause you lookin food, my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some up
Boom high stick up, rollin all out the