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

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

I came from the bottom, they never made it at
With all these jewels on they ain'y never taking
It's rules to the game, I never breakin that
And once you give a statement, nigga you can take it back

You lame, part of the game, nigga 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 life, bout to put a park in my name

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

So why you suckas hatin and talkin bout what im
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 just gettin richer, i wake up to get my up

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

All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin i'm KD, how can niggas play me
If you aint talkin nigga, fuck you pay me
Drop 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 high, it cost 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 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 clown calm down, fo you make me now
Fucking all these superstars like, who MIlly bomb now
from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, nigga, my town

I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's life boy you 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, get you murked nigga
All black ghost nigga, lookin like a hearse
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 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 goons ain't ridin with ya, all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in

And ya dog caught a body for ya, damn he eat from it
Now you mad at Swiss cus, you can't get a beat him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, gon keep comin
We ain't no Forrest 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 write some up
Boom high stick up, all out the pick-up