Luyện nghe bài hát Raid (Meek Mill Diss)

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

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

1]
Aye yo you got nothing on me
couldn't wait for me to diss you on a song
Cause you was fucking
when you used to run up on me, like
Cass', listen to my song
You used to play your shit like, this a hit
I was thinking, man shit trash, why you lay this shit
You said Cosmic Kev you shit
Cause he ain't never your shit
If you ain't it, why you say this shit

2]
Now your song played everyday and shit
So you gassed up, but I eat your ass up
You turned into a fag to get cash up
But, I'd rather be then get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't
But I'mma get or die tryin', like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it get bagged up
But got mad cut and not the kind that scab up
Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you, kill you in the
Then can say a poem at your funeral
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 even get your braids done
It looked like you was growing
And we know, I turned to Christ 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 shook up like Ali
I spit cook up, you don't wanna be 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 ain't
How you go on Twitter tweeting The Bull snitchin'?
Listen, you better off tryna' make a
Cause the shit that you tweet gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch, tryna' say that I
Bitch I opened my lips, where the paperwork?
You was in Pit' on the with a P.D.
No commissary, couldn't even make a
When I was up, I was on T.V.
Soon as dudes on the news they would see me
So yeah they put me on P.C., I'm not
For the first month, did the final seven on

5]
I talking bout the past
But why shit be coming out your mouth, cause talking out your ass
But watch how you talk when you bout Cass'
Cause I'm seriously offended, don't get career ended
You finished, your career is a gimmick
You must of lost your damn screaming all the damn time
You can't rhyme, and if it wasn't for Charlie
You wouldn't even have a house to a house party at
You can hardly rap, all you do is make tracks
know Meek sound so weak on a slow 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 your Ghost, Rollie on wrist, bitch
You really hyped but you ain't even repping Philly
You not a Big Willie just you know how to wheelie bikes, right
like I was sixteen doing it
You cockroach, I'm the dopest nigga you doing it
Don't make me put you on that Summer Jam
In dirty ass jeans and the sneakers with the wings on it
Your first album and that compilation
Cause you tell a of lies and you exaggerate a lot
Stop you was making guap 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 your pop
And you never was a thug, why you Pac?
You was wrong for doing song 2Pac Back
I seen the video like, where the is 2Pac at?
I saw your boss nah, 2Pac not fat
I had Philly on lock before 2Pac got
You me, an O.G. in the game
On point, like Derrick Rose he hurt his knee in the game
For ten years I've the dopest M.C. in the game
How you expect to keep respect as me in the game?

8]
See your name was Meek and now it's Meek Mill
You couldn't 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 that
Why you drop that song Repo? That was a whack
The streets the people need to repo your rap book
I'm look, this what I prayed for
You dug your own grave boy, what I made the song R.A.I.D. for
And Meek, how you wage war
When the G.D.'s made M.M.G. shut down their tour?
You getting paid, I got more
Way more, I just get it and it, I should've saved more

9]
I a deal when you was in the sixth grade, boy
You got some nice whips but none of them is paid for
Man you leased it, don't it a damn secret
You could for a couple of months but you can't keep it
And everybody know you niggas is fucking bogus
You might as well pre order your in peace posters
You niggas bout to go 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 nigga
You moved Philly
You only in the city cause of L.A. Big U signed your notice

10]
You jokers better keep your closed
I was a name 'fore you was coming out your household
I roll a bunch of goons so I'm extra safe
But I still gotta keep a on me just in case
No I wanna catch a case
But I never keep the safety on my weapon, I ain't keep my weapon safe
You extra fake, some respect
I was there 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 fucking busy, ain't nobody fucking me

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

12]
I don't know who hyped you, all bars recycled
Fuck who got opinions, you know you not
I been hot the beginning
Son you got when they tired 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 world and I can take you out
Then let your bitch and my dick making out
You already know every radio station bout to have this song
Like a nigga that's out
Look, you can put my in the crack file
That style you got not yours, Peedi Crakk style
And that's foul, I told you to switch your rap awhile back
Let get your style back
You not a loud pack, you a black mild, you rap loud

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

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

15]
It's official, same shit different tissue
It's they might shoot they pistol
But if somebody get shot, then the cops gon' to get you
That's your case, they only your face
And you can't afford it nigga, even if your dope
It's a slow wait, you on probation
And caged in is a fucked up situation
I'm trying to you cause you my kid
And I'm concerned that you gotta from the dumb shit that you done did
But you been a stupid kid
You got a little brain even your head's 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 on Planet of the Apes
Wait, I see in your face
I know I'm scaring you, this the burial
I'm too hot and got too much
But you annoying, I'm getting tired of you
You so you probably get a venereal disease
Meek I'm your father, out of league
You your whole team weak
And you was mad Kendrick Lamar sold more than ya ass, nigga I the tweet
My nigga Jag made you have your worse

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

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