Luyện nghe bài hát Raid (Meek Mill Diss)

Everybody know Cassidy does what he do man, what I'm saying
It ain't easy to get around them punchlines he bring to you in a battle
I care what you say
How it sound then or, you ain't getting around that in no battle
It ain't easy, you know I'm saying
That boy, what he do professionally, he been doing it
I Cassidy 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 up and give him the L that easily

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

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

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 then get my ass fucked
I off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin', a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could get up
But yours got mad cut and not the that scab up
Yup, what I'm gon' do to you, kill you in the battle
Then Wale can say a poem at your
Cause you wasn't getting then
Now you trying to ride out, but you 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 to Christ 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 shook up Ali
I spit cook up, you don't wanna be up to an I.V.
You rather eat a whole bowl full of dog shit
And drink a cup of hog spit before you try me
R.I.P. see the
Boy, I ain't doin no more twittin', get your door in

4]

Come on you be drawn, I ain't bullshittin'
How you go on Twitter that The Bull snitchin'?
Listen, you better off tryna' make a
Cause the shit that you tweet only make it worse
You a dry snitch, say that I snitch
Bitch I never opened my lips, the paperwork?
You was in on the court 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 talking bout the past
But why shit be coming out mouth, cause you're talking out your ass
But how you talk when you talking bout Cass'
Cause I'm seriously offended, don't get career ended
You finished, your whole is a gimmick
You must of lost your damn mind screaming all the time
You can't rhyme, and if it wasn't for Mack
You wouldn't even have a house to have a house at
You can hardly rap, all you do is make party
Niggas Meek sound so weak on a slow beat
You blew up fast, but now you got a leak
All you gon' about is how Cass' aired you out

6]
Who cares about how you to be rich
Or how you riding in your Ghost, Rollie on your wrist,
You really hyped but you ain't repping Philly right
You not a Big Willie cause you know how to wheelie bikes, right
It's I was sixteen doing it
You cockroach, I'm the dopest you seen doing it
Don't make me put you on Summer Jam screen
In them dirty ass jeans and the sneakers with the on it
Your album and that compilation flopped
Cause you tell a bunch of lies and you a lot
Stop saying you was making guap hustling, cause you
You never had keys, like a combination

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

8]
See name was Meek Millz and now it's Meek Mill
You even keep the fucking z in your name
You the biggest pussy in the game, I got your cat
"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 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 wage war
the G.D.'s made M.M.G. shut down their paid tour?
You getting paid, I got paid
Way more, I just get it and spend it, I saved more

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

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

11]
Under dignity, I been pretty all my damn
Damn right, you can flow 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
Fuck all the damn hype, this about
It's not about rollies, it's not cars
It's not Y.S.L. or Audemars
You jumped off my dick and dick Ross, pause
Keep your eyes on the Meek
Cause riding other niggas dicks is not a good way to Meek
So get off, yeah you to get your shit off
But your shit soft, you get your head ripped off
And all the fronting that you 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 recycled
Fuck who got opinions, you you not winnin'
I been hot from the
Son you got problems when tired of your style after one album
I'm not finished, you the I'mma chew up
You my son, one of my sperm cells that up
Yup, I you in this 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 song bumping
Like a nigga breaking 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 them get your style
You not a loud pack, you a mild, you just 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 care less if he catch
The Meek inherit the Earth
Well that's exactly what gon' inherit when he buried in dirt
Meek, you never should've that verse
I ain't Lux but you know what's up
You to get that work
Get that doctor, get nurse
In the bed, you won't get that first
Yeah, get casket, get that hearse
Get that pastor, get church
Your 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 nigga that's to another nigga
a three-sixty deal
So mean any time you get money you split money with other niggas
You break bread, your homies say I love you nigga
But they not supporting you, they you
When you was broke all them niggas was not
But now look at all the niggas you got
Yeah you popping now, but if you getting chisle
All them with you gon' want to start forgetful
I've through it before, I'm not gon' bullshit you

15]
It's official, same shit different tissue
It's like might shoot they pistol
But if somebody get shot, then the cops come to get you
That's your case, they only know your
And you can't afford it nigga, even if dope straight
It's a wait, plus you on probation
And being in is a fucked up situation
I'm to school you cause you my kid
And I'm concerned that you gotta learn from the dumb that you done did
But you been a stupid kid
You got a little brain even though head's stupid big
And you be getting up in some puss
But "what you think, you getting girls now of your looks?"

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

17]
Larceny fam' right here, and we fight fair
And we ain't like your squad we all ride
Meek, you be looking all nervous with the eyes
And Ruff Ryders gon' ride 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 said it, the of your niggas can get it too
I get at them, after I get at you
Fag