Luyện nghe bài hát Raid (Meek Mill Diss)

Everybody know does what he do man, know what I'm saying
It ain't easy to get around them he gon' bring 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 what I'm saying
That boy, that's what he do professionally, he been it
I seen Cassidy been in 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 you not fucking with me
I used to help you write your raps, you tips on how to get better
I used to 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 diss you on a
Cause you was fucking
Remember when you used to run up on me,
Cass', please to my song
You used to play your shit like, this a hit
I was thinking, man that shit trash, why you lay shit
You said Cosmic Kev gave you
Cause he ain't never played your
If you ain't mean it, why you say this

2]
Now your song getting 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 broke then get my ass
I started off 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin', a half buck
Yo my so raw, it could get bagged up
But yours got mad cut and not the kind that up
Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you, you in the battle
Then Wale can say a poem at funeral
Cause you wasn't getting then
Now you trying to ride out, but you coming down a end

3]
You was a fucking bum, you couldn't even get your braids fucking
It like you was growing 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 shook up like Ali
I spit up, you don't wanna be hooked up to an I.V.
You would rather eat a bowl 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 twittin', get your door 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' a verse
the shit that you tweet only gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch, tryna' say 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 yeah 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, you're talking out your ass
But how you talk when you talking bout Cass'
Cause I'm seriously offended, get your career ended
You finished, your whole career is a
You must of lost your damn screaming all the damn time
You can't rhyme, and if it wasn't for Mack
You wouldn't even have a house to a house party at
You can hardly rap, all you do is party tracks
Niggas know Meek sound so weak on a beat
You blew up fast, but now you got a leak
All you gon' hear about is how Cass' you out

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

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

8]
See your name was Meek Millz and now it's Meek
You even keep the fucking z in your name
You the pussy in the game, I got your cat shook
"Cassidy losing to Meek," now how that look?
Why you that song Repo? That was a whack look
The streets know the people need to your rap book
I'm back look, this I prayed for
You dug your own boy, that's 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 paid
You getting paid, I got more
Way more, I get it and spend it, I should've saved more

9]
I signed a when you was in the sixth grade, boy
You got some nice whips but none of them shits is 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 know that you niggas is fucking
You might as well pre your rest in peace posters
You niggas bout to go night, buenas noches
them all, "I bury those cockroaches"
This ain't about who the richest and who the
This is about who the dopest, a nigga
You moved from
You in the city cause of L.A. Big U signed your eviction notice

10]
You jokers better your mouth 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 keep a weapon on me just in case
No I don't wanna catch a
But I never keep the safety on my weapon, I ain't tryna keep my safe
You extra fake, show respect
Cause I was 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 fucking busy, ain't nobody fucking me

11]
Under dignity, I pretty 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 start beefin' so lets keep it on the mic
Fuck all the damn hype, this bars
It's not about rollies, it's not cars
not about Y.S.L. or Audemars
You off my dick and dick ride Ross, pause
Keep your eyes on the Meek
Cause riding other niggas 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 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
who got opinions, you know you not winnin'
I hot from the beginning
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 cells that grew 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 to have this song bumping
Like a that's breaking out
Look, you can put my raps in the file
That you got not yours, that's Peedi Crakk style
And that's foul, I told you to switch your rap style awhile
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 with another style
I ain't feeling Meek 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' when he buried in dirt
Meek, you never should've spit verse
I Loaded Lux but you know what's up
You to get that work
Get doctor, get that nurse
In the bed, you won't get that first
Yeah, get that casket, get hearse
Get that pastor, get church
Your career dead,
And you can sleeping on me

14]
But I'm bout to up like an airbed, you air head
I keep it nigga, word to mother nigga
You signed to a nigga that's signed to another
With a deal
So that mean any time you get 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 all them niggas was not around
But now look at all the niggas you got
you popping now, but if you stop getting chisle
All them niggas with you gon' want to forgetful
I've been through it before, I'm not gon' you

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

16]
What? You look an animal in the face
You remind me of that monkey on 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 getting of hearing you
You so pussy you get a venereal disease
I'm your father, out of your league
You know your whole team
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 fight fair
And we ain't like your squad we all ride
Meek, you be looking all nervous the frog eyes
And Ruff gon' ride with me too
So ass is dead, and ain't shit you can do
Plus the rest of your 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, right I get at you
Fag