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
Broke niggga, we put you in a body cast
Real nigga, all i know is get a lot of
I took you hatin spot, that's you probably mad

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

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

You lame, part of the game, nigga pardon the
I got 30 in my clip, I park in ya frame
Plus thie 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 or, slide on you niggas
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 to you niggas

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

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

All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
Ballin like i'm KD, how can play me
If you aint talkin nigga, fuck you pay me
Drop with 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 like 20 for a half, 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 got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin at
Cause you ain't got half of that, they you up asthma attack

Bye clown down, fo you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly now
Went from 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 boy you just got D'bo'd
Them twitter fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like Tebow

Naw that work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All black ghost nigga, lookin like a nigga
Been a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth
Just to stuff yo skeleton right back in the dirt

What you mad this year, you worth nigga
I dropped 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 talkin larceny cause 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 a body 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 at you dog, they gon keep comin
We ain't no Forrest nigga, better keep runnin

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