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 my neck, i got a fridge on

Body Cass, put him in a bag
Broke niggga, we should put you in a cast
Real nigga, all i know is get a lot of
I you hatin 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 none of niggas can't harm me

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

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

to ride on you niggas or, slide on you niggas
In the G550, when we on you niggas
Like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas

So why you suckas hatin and bout what im makin
When i be out in Jamaica and ballin i'm a Laker
It's 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 beside me, all Ahkis
I remember on corners with beef and brocoli
rice and gravy, now crazy Phillipes got me

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

is ya'll doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little nigga 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 handle
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
Cause you ain't got half of that, pump you up asthma attack

Bye calm down, fo you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek 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 bike's life boy you just got
Them twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field to turn to god like Tebow

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

What you mad this year, what you worth
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 they fallin off

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't talkin cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't with ya, they all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR-ABs

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

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