Luyện nghe bài hát Raid (Meek Mill Diss)

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

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

1]
Aye yo you got nothing on me
They couldn't wait for me to you on a song
you was fucking corny
Remember when you used to run up on me,
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 Kev gave you shit
he ain't never played your shit
If you mean it, why you say this shit

2]
Now your song getting everyday and shit
So you gassed up, but I still eat ass up
You turned a fag to get your cash up
But, I'd rather be broke get my ass fucked
I started off 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin', like a buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could get up
But yours got mad cut and not the kind scab up
Yup, what I'm gon' do to you, kill you in the battle
Wale can say a poem at your funeral
Cause you getting bread then
Now you trying to ride out, but you coming down a end

3]
You was a bum, you couldn't even get your braids fucking done
It looked like you was dreads
And we know, I to Christ like Tebow
But in jail was the only time I 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 up, you don't wanna be hooked up to an I.V.
You would rather eat a whole full of dog shit
And drink a cup full of hog 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, nigga I bullshittin'
How you go on Twitter tweeting that The snitchin'?
Listen, you better off tryna' make a
Cause the that you tweet only gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch, tryna' say I snitch
Bitch I opened my lips, where the paperwork?
You was in Pit' on the with a P.D.
No commissary, couldn't even a chee-chee
When I was up, I was on T.V.
Soon as turned on the news they would see me
So they put me on P.C., I'm not debatin'
For the first month, did the seven on population

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

6]
Who about how you supposed to be rich
Or how you riding in your Ghost, Rollie on your wrist,
You really hyped but you ain't even Philly 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 dopest you seen doing it
Don't me put you on that Summer Jam screen
In them dirty ass jeans and the with the wings on it
Your first and that compilation flopped
Cause you tell a bunch of and you exaggerate a lot
Stop saying you was making hustling, cause you wasn't
You never had keys, a combination lock

7]
That ice in that imitation watch
So why you always bout how much cake you got?
You a son of a bitch, tryna imitate pop
And you never was a thug, why you imitating
You was wrong for doing song 2Pac Back
I seen the video like, where the fuck is at?
I saw boss like nah, 2Pac not fat
I had on lock before 2Pac got clapped
You me, an O.G. in the game
On point, like Rose before he hurt his knee in the game
For ten years I've been the M.C. in the game
How you expect to keep respect as me in the game?

8]
See your name was Millz and now it's Meek Mill
You even keep the fucking z in your name
You the biggest in the game, I got your cat shook
"Cassidy losing to Meek," now how does look?
Why you drop that Repo? That was a whack look
The streets know the people need to your rap book
I'm look, this what I prayed for
You dug your own grave boy, that's what I made the R.A.I.D. for
And Meek, how you gon' war
the G.D.'s made M.M.G. shut down their paid tour?
You paid, I got paid more
Way more, I just get it and spend it, I should've saved

9]
I signed a deal when you was in the grade, boy
You got some whips but none of them shits is paid for
Man you leased it, keep it a damn secret
You front for a couple of months but you can't keep it
And everybody that you niggas is fucking bogus
You might as well pre your rest in peace posters
You bout to go night night, buenas noches
them all, "I bury those cockroaches"
This ain't about who the and who the brokest
This is about who the dopest, a focused
You moved from
You only in the city cause of L.A. Big U signed your notice

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

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

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

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

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

15]
It's official, same shit different tissue
It's like they might shoot they
But if somebody get shot, then the gon' come to get you
That's case, they only know your face
And you can't afford it nigga, even if your dope
a slow wait, plus you on probation
And being in is a fucked up situation
I'm trying to school you you my kid
And I'm concerned that you 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 might be getting up in puss
But "what you think, you getting now cause of your looks?"

16]
What? You look an animal in the face
You remind me of that monkey on Planet of the
Wait, I see in your face
I know I'm you, this the cockroach burial
I'm too hot and got too material
But you annoying, I'm getting tired of you
You so pussy you probably get a disease
I'm your father, out of your league
You know your whole team
And you was mad Kendrick Lamar sold more ya ass, nigga I seen the tweet
My nigga Jag made you have your nightmare

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

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