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 put you in a body 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 glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin like none of niggas can't harm me

I came the bottom, where 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 give a statement, nigga you can never it back

You lame, part of the game, nigga pardon the
I got 30 in my clip, I could in ya frame
thie 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, we glide on you niggas
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 what im makin
When i be out in Jamaica and ballin i'm a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these is gettin faker
And I'm just richer, i wake up to get my cake up

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

All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
like i'm KD, how can niggas play me
If you aint money nigga, fuck you pay me
down 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, 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 got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin at
Cause you got half of that, they pump you up asthma attack

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

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

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

you mad this 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 they off

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't talkin larceny they all trash
And ya ain't ridin with ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in

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

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