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 the pig gone
all this ice around my neck, i got a on

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

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

I came from the bottom, they never made it at
With all jewels on they 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, of the game, nigga pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip, I could park in ya
Plus rollie on my wrist cost some car and some change
I'm talkin bike life, bout to put a in my name

Just to on you niggas or, slide on you niggas
In the G550, we glide on you niggas
Like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas

So why you suckas hatin and talkin what im makin
i be out in Jamaica and ballin like 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 from
All beside me, all lookin Ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and
rice and gravy, now it's Phillipes got me

All gold AP, same watch as
Ballin like i'm KD, how can niggas me
If you aint talkin nigga, fuck you pay me
Drop down 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 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little nigga do the math

And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon that
100 grand nigga, you ain't 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 me bomb now
Fucking all these like, who Meek 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 life boy you just got D'bo'd
Them twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god Tebow

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

What you mad this year, what you worth
I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i 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 hate on Cass, and we ain't talkin larceny 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 caught a body for ya, damn he eat from it
Now you mad at cus, you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon keep
We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, keep runnin

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