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 the pig gone
all this ice around my neck, i got a on

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

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

I from the bottom, where they never made it at
With all these on they ain'y never taking that
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 could in ya frame
Plus thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and change
I'm bike life, bout to put a park in my name

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

So why you suckas hatin and talkin bout what im
i be out in Jamaica and ballin like 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 killer beside me, all lookin
I remember nights on corners with beef and
rice and gravy, now it's crazy got me

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

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

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

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

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 to god like Tebow

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

What you mad this year, what you worth
I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i made nigga
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 talkin larceny cause they all
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 body for ya, he ain't eat from it
Now you mad at cus, you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon comin
We no Forrest Gump nigga, better keep runnin

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