Luyện nghe bài hát Raid (Meek Mill Diss)

Everybody know does what he do man, know what I'm saying
It easy to get around them punchlines he gon' bring to you in a battle
I don't what you say
How it sound then or, you ain't getting around that in no battle
It ain't easy, you know what I'm
boy, that's what he do professionally, he been doing it
I seen Cassidy in probably more than five-thousand battles
You know, and I think he had one L
And I think a new guy is gonna step up and give him the L that easily

Yeah, you been on my
You should've took your own fucking
You know you not with me
I used to you write your raps, give you tips on how to get better
I used to tutor you, know you want to disrespect teacher?
Well you got a problem on your hands that you can't with

1]
Aye yo you ain't got on me
They couldn't for me to diss you on a song
Cause you was corny
Remember you used to run up on me, like
Cass', please listen to my
You used to your shit like, this a hit Cass'
I was thinking, man that shit trash, why you lay shit
You said Cosmic Kev you shit
Cause he ain't played your shit
If you ain't mean it, why you say this

2]
Now your song getting played and shit
So you gassed up, but I still eat ass up
You into a fag to get your cash up
But, I'd rather be broke then get my ass
I started off with 50 cent, I lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin', like a buck
Yo my so raw, it could get bagged up
But yours got mad cut and not the that scab up
Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you, you in the battle
Then Wale can say a poem at your
you wasn't getting bread then
Now you trying to out, but you coming down a dead end

3]
You was a fucking bum, you couldn't get your braids fucking done
It looked like you was dreads
And we know, I turned to like Tebow
But in jail was the time I hung around a C.O. (Hunh!)
I'm the M.C. yo
Why you try me? Man I'm the S.H.I.T.
You niggas up like Ali
I spit cook up, you wanna be hooked up to an I.V.
You would rather eat a whole full of dog shit
And a cup full of hog spit before you try me
R.I.P. see the
Boy, I ain't doin no more twittin', get your kicked in

4]

Come on you be drawn, I ain't bullshittin'
How you go on tweeting that The Bull snitchin'?
Listen, you better off tryna' make a
the shit that you tweet only gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch, say that I snitch
Bitch I never my lips, where the paperwork?
You was in Pit' on the court a P.D.
No commissary, couldn't even a chee-chee
I was locked up, I was on T.V.
Soon as dudes turned on the news would see me
So yeah put me on P.C., I'm not debatin'
For the first month, did the final on population

5]
I hate talking bout the
But why shit be out your mouth, cause you're talking out your ass
But watch how you talk when you bout Cass'
I'm seriously offended, don't get your career ended
You finished, whole career is a gimmick
You must of lost damn mind screaming all the damn time
You can't rhyme, and if it wasn't for Mack
You wouldn't even have a house to have a party at
You can hardly rap, all you do is make party
Niggas know Meek sound so weak on a beat
You blew up fast, but now you got a slow
All you gon' hear is how Cass' aired you out

6]
Who cares how you supposed to be rich
Or how you riding in Ghost, Rollie on your wrist, bitch
You really hyped but you ain't even repping right
You not a Big Willie just cause you know how to wheelie bikes,
like I was sixteen doing it
You cockroach, I'm the nigga you seen doing it
Don't me put you on that Summer Jam screen
In them ass jeans and the sneakers with the wings on it
Your first album and that compilation
Cause you tell a bunch of and you exaggerate a lot
Stop saying you was making guap hustling, cause you
You had keys, like a combination lock

7]
That ice moissanite in imitation watch
So why you always rapping how much cake you got?
You a son of a bitch, tryna your pop
And you was a thug, why you imitating Pac?
You was wrong for doing song 2Pac Back
I seen the video like, where the fuck is at?
I saw your boss like nah, not fat
I had Philly on before 2Pac got clapped
You know me, an O.G. in the
On point, Derrick Rose before he hurt his knee in the game
For ten years I've been the dopest M.C. in the
How you expect to keep long as me in the game?

8]
See your name was Meek Millz and now it's Mill
You couldn't even keep the z in your name
You the biggest in the game, I got your cat shook
"Cassidy to Meek," now how does that look?
Why you drop song Repo? That was a whack look
The streets know the need to repo your rap book
I'm back look, this what I for
You dug your own boy, that's what I made the song R.A.I.D. for
And Meek, how you gon' war
When the G.D.'s made M.M.G. shut down their paid
You paid, I got paid more
Way more, I just get it and it, I should've saved more

9]
I signed a deal you was in the sixth grade, boy
You got some nice whips but of them shits is paid for
Man you leased it, don't keep it a damn
You could front for a couple of months but you can't it
And everybody know that you is fucking bogus
You might as well pre order your rest in peace
You niggas bout to go night, buenas noches
Fuck them all, "I bury cockroaches"
This about who the richest and who the brokest
is about who the dopest, a nigga focused
You moved from
You only in the city of L.A. Big U signed your eviction notice

10]
You jokers better keep mouth closed
I was a household name you was coming out your household
I roll with a bunch of so I'm extra safe
But I still gotta keep a on me just in case
No I don't wanna catch a
But I never keep the safety on my weapon, I ain't keep my weapon safe
You extra fake, show some
Cause I was when all you used to wear was dirty ass v-necks
You spit a of B.S., you don't want it with me
I get busy, ain't nobody fucking with me

11]
Under dignity, I been pretty all my damn
Damn right, you might can but you can't write
You not trying to go to jail and your damn life
If we beefin' so lets keep it on the damn mic
all the damn hype, this about bars
It's not about rollies, not about cars
It's not Y.S.L. or Audemars
You jumped off my dick and ride Ross, pause
Keep eyes on the sparrow Meek
riding other niggas dicks is not a good way to travel Meek
So get off, yeah you to get your shit off
But your shit soft, you gon' get your head off
And all the fronting that you doing got me off
Nothing that you write true, why I don't like you

12]
I don't know who hyped you, all your recycled
Fuck who got opinions, you know you not
I been hot the beginning
Son you got problems when they of your style after one album
I'm not finished, you the dude I'mma up
You my son, one of my cells that grew up
Yup, I brought you in this world and I can you out
Then let your bitch and my dick making out
You know every radio station bout to have this song bumping
Like a nigga breaking out
Look, you can put my raps in the crack
That style you got not yours, that's Peedi Crakk
And that's foul, I told you to switch your rap awhile back
Let them get your style
You not a pack, you a black mild, you just rap loud

13]
And you are cause you rap with another cat's style
I ain't feeling Robert Williams
I'mma kill him, and I can care less if he feelings
The Meek shall inherit the
Well that's exactly what Meek gon' inherit when he in dirt
Meek, you never should've spit that
I ain't Loaded Lux but you know up
You to get that work
Get that doctor, get that
In the hospital bed, you won't get that
Yeah, get casket, get that hearse
Get pastor, get that church
career dead, yeah
And you can keep on me

14]
But I'm bout to blow up like an airbed, you air
I it gutta' nigga, word to mother nigga
You signed to a nigga that's signed to another
With a three-sixty
So that mean any time you get money you money with other niggas
You bread, your homies will say I love you nigga
But they not you, they extorting you
When you was broke all them niggas was not
But now at all the niggas you got around
Yeah you popping now, but if you stop getting
All them niggas with you want to start forgetful
I've been it before, I'm not gon' bullshit you

15]
It's official, shit different toilet tissue
It's like might shoot they pistol
But if somebody get shot, then the cops gon' to get you
That's your case, only know your face
And you afford it nigga, even if your dope straight
It's a slow wait, plus you on
And caged in is a fucked up situation
I'm to school you cause you my kid
And I'm that you gotta learn from the dumb shit that you done did
But you always a stupid kid
You got a little brain even though your stupid big
And you be getting up in some puss
But "what you think, you girls now cause of your looks?"

16]
What? You look like an in the face
You me of that monkey on Planet of the Apes
Wait, I see panic in face
I know I'm you, this the cockroach burial
I'm too hot and got too material
But you annoying, I'm tired of hearing you
You so pussy you probably get a venereal
Meek I'm your father, out of league
You know your team weak
And you was mad Kendrick Lamar sold more than ya ass, nigga I seen the
My nigga Jag you have your worse nightmare

17]
Larceny right here, and we don't fight fair
And we ain't like your cause we all ride
Meek, you be looking all with the frog eyes
And Ruff Ryders gon' with me too
So Robert's ass is dead, and ain't you can do
Plus the of your niggas can get it too

I get at them, right I get at you
Yeah I it, the rest of your niggas can get it too
I get at them, right I get at you
Fag