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 ice around my neck, i got a fridge on

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

My story, All guts
on the corner glock .40 tucked on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin like none of ya'll niggas harm me

I came from the bottom, where they made 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 take it back

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

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

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

All gold AP, watch 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 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 bout a battle rap, how you gon handle
100 grand pussy nigga, you got the tabs for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
you ain't got half of that, they pump you up asthma attack

Bye clown calm down, fo you make me now
Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly now
from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds
You niggas to die down, Philly nigga, my town

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

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

What you mad this year, what you nigga
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 they fallin off

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

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, they gon keep
We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, better runnin

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