Luyện nghe bài hát Repo (Cassidy Diss)

Fucking style, get ya jig on
You a ass nigga, put a wig on
i be goin ham till the pig gone
all this ice around my neck, i got a on

Body Cass, put him in a bag
Broke niggga, we put you in a body 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
on the corner glock .40 tucked on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin like of ya'll niggas can't harm me

I from the bottom, where they never made it at
With all these jewels on ain'y never taking that
It's rules to the game, I never breakin that
And once you give a statement, you can never take it back

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

to ride on you niggas or, slide on you niggas
In the G550, we glide on you niggas
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
i be out in Jamaica and ballin like i'm a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin
And I'm just gettin richer, i up to get my cake up

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

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

Fuck is ya'll doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little 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 talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon that
100 grand nigga, you ain't 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 calm down, fo you make me bomb now
all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went from drivin 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 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 won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All black ghost nigga, like a hearse nigga
Been a man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to yo skeleton right back in the dirt nigga

you mad this year, what you worth nigga
I Dreams 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 ain't talkin larceny cause all trash
And ya goons ridin 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 ain't eat it
Now you mad at Swiss cus, you get a beat from him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon comin
We no Forrest Gump nigga, better keep runnin

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