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 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 is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin niggas spot, you probably mad

My story, All glory
on the corner glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin like none of ya'll can't harm me

I from the bottom, where they never made it at
With all jewels on they ain'y never taking that
rules to the game, I ain't never breakin that
And once you give a statement, nigga you can never it back

You lame, part of the game, pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip, I park in ya frame
thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and some 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 on you niggas
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you niggas
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you

So why you suckas hatin and talkin bout 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

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

All gold AP, same watch as
like i'm KD, how can niggas play me
If you aint talkin money nigga, 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 nigga do the

And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon handle
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 clown calm down, fo you me bomb now
Fucking all superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went from drivin Bentley's to goin a pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga, my

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 that won't work nigga, that'll get you nigga
All black ghost nigga, lookin like a nigga
Been a man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga
to stuff yo skeleton right back in the dirt nigga

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

Get ya on Cass, and we ain't talkin 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, he ain't eat from it
Now you mad at Swiss cus, you can't get a beat him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon comin
We ain't no Forrest nigga, better keep runnin

Duck, tuck and hit up, stuck you lit up
Cause you like food, my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up
Boom high stick up, all out the pick-up