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

Cass, put him in a body bag
Broke niggga, we should put you in a body
Real nigga, all i 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 years on me, me and my
Feelin none of ya'll niggas can't harm me

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

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 cost some car and some change
I'm talkin 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
Like Clyde on you niggas, on you niggas
I never had no rap, had no ties 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 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 play me
If you aint talkin money nigga, you pay me
Drop down 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 talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon handle
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 got half of that, they pump you up asthma attack

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

I heard ya car got repoed, and this 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 work nigga, that'll get you nigga
All ghost nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga
Been a man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff yo 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, young and set the off
Now these old niggas mad at me 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
Cause you ain't never put no food up in

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

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