Luyện nghe bài hát Repo (Cassidy Diss)

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

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

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

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

You lame, part of the game, 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 ride on you niggas or, slide on you
In the G550, when we glide on you
Like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you

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

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

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

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

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

Bye clown calm down, fo you me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek bomb now
Went from drivin Bentley's to goin a pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, nigga, my town

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

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

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

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

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

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