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 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 hatin spot, that's you probably mad

My story, All guts
on the corner glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin like none of ya'll niggas 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, part of the game, nigga pardon the
I got 30 in my clip, I could in ya frame
Plus thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and change
I'm bike life, bout to put a park in my name

Just to ride on you niggas or, slide on you
In the G550, when we glide on you
Clyde on you niggas, homicide 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 Jamaica and like i'm a Laker
givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm gettin richer, i wake up to get my cake up

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

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

Fuck is ya'll doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little i'm a Don
The coke price high, it 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little nigga do the math

And you talkin a battle rap, how you gon handle that
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 calm down, fo you make me bomb now
Fucking all these like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds
You niggas 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 niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god Tebow

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

What you mad this year, 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 niggas mad at me cause fallin off

Get ya hate on Cass, and we talkin larceny cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't ridin ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't 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 niggas at you dog, they gon keep comin
We ain't no Gump nigga, better keep runnin

Duck, tuck and hit up, nigga 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 up, rollin all out the pick-up