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

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

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

You lame, part of the game, nigga the fame
I got 30 in my clip, I could park in ya
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 on you niggas, homicide on you niggas
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 ballin i'm a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just richer, i wake up to get my cake up

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

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

Fuck is ya'll doin, i'm a 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 talkin bout a rap, how you gon handle that
100 grand pussy nigga, you got the tabs for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we 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 like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went from drivin to goin half a pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga, my

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 to turn to god like Tebow

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

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

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't talkin cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't with ya, they all mad
Cause you never put no food up in AR-ABs

And ya dog a body for ya, damn he ain't eat from it
Now you mad at cus, you can't get a beat from him
Once my comin at you dog, they gon keep 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 and tell you to write some shit up
high stick up, rollin all out the pick-up