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 till the pig
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 cast
nigga, all i know 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 none of ya'll niggas can't harm me

I came from the bottom, where they made it at
With all these jewels on they never taking that
It's to the game, I ain't never breakin that
And once you 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 park in ya
thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and some change
I'm talkin bike life, to put a park in my name

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

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

All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin like i'm KD, how can niggas 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 bout a battle rap, how you gon handle that
100 pussy 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 half of that, they pump you up asthma

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

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

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

What you mad this year, what you nigga
I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i made nigga
I did I'm a Boss, young and set the 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 ridin with ya, they all mad
you ain't 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 can't get a beat him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon keep
We no Forrest Gump 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 tell you to some shit up
Boom stick up, rollin all out the pick-up