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

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 took you niggas spot, that's you probably mad

My story, All glory
Posted on the corner .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin like 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 never taking
rules to the game, I ain't never breakin that
And once you give a statement, nigga you can never it back

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

Just to ride on you niggas or, slide on you
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 ties to you

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

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

All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
Ballin like i'm KD, how can play me
If you aint money nigga, fuck you pay me
Drop 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 high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little nigga 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 ain't got the for that, you the one we laughin at
Cause you ain't got of that, they pump you up asthma attack

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

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

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

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

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't larceny cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't with ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't put no food 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, tuck and hit up, stuck you lit up
Cause you lookin like food, my youngins to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write shit up
Boom high stick up, all out the pick-up