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 my neck, i got a fridge on

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

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

I came from the bottom, where they never it at
all these 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 it back

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck is doin, i'm a king 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 battle rap, how you gon that
100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tabs 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 down, fo you make me bomb now
all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga, my

I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's boy you just got D'bo'd
twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like Tebow

Naw that won't nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All black nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga
a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff yo right 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 these old mad at me cause they fallin off

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

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 comin at you dog, they gon comin
We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, 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 some shit up
Boom stick up, rollin all out the pick-up