Luyện nghe bài hát Repo (Cassidy Diss)

condom style, get ya jig on
You a ass nigga, put a wig on
i be goin 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 cast
Real nigga, all i is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin niggas spot, that's you mad

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

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

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

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

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

Black Maserati, from papi
All killer beside me, all lookin
I remember nights on corners beef and brocoli
rice and gravy, now crazy Phillipes got me

All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin 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

is ya'll 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, little do the math

And you bout a battle rap, how you gon handle 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 ain't got half of that, they pump you up attack

Bye clown calm down, fo you me bomb 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, nigga, my town

I heard ya car got repoed, and bike's life boy you just got D'bo'd
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 nigga
Been a dead man, so 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 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 cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't ridin with ya, all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR-ABs

And ya dog caught a for ya, damn he ain't eat from it
Now you mad at Swiss cus, you get a beat from him
Once my comin at you dog, they gon keep comin
We no Forrest Gump nigga, better keep runnin

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