Luyện nghe bài hát Repo (Cassidy Diss)

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

Body Cass, put him in a bag
Broke niggga, we should put you in a cast
nigga, all i know is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin spot, that's you probably mad

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

I came from the bottom, where they 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 give a statement, nigga you can take it back

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

Just to ride on you or, slide on you niggas
In the G550, when we glide on you
Like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas

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

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

All gold AP, same as Jay-Z
Ballin i'm KD, how can niggas play me
If you aint money 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 price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little nigga do the math

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

Bye clown calm down, fo you me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly now
Went from drivin Bentley's to 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 nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All black nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the nigga
Just to stuff yo skeleton right back in the nigga

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

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't larceny cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't with ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't 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 from him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon keep
We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, better keep

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