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 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 is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin niggas spot, 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 ya'll can't harm me

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

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

to ride on you niggas 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 ties to you

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

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

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

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

And you talkin 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
you ain't got half of that, they pump you up asthma attack

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

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

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

Get ya on Cass, and we ain't talkin larceny cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't ridin ya, they 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 Swiss cus, you can't get a from him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon comin
We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, better 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 you to write some shit up
Boom high stick up, all out the pick-up