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 punchlines he gon' to you in a battle
I don't care 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, that's he do professionally, he been doing it
I Cassidy been in probably more than five-thousand battles
You know, and I don't he had one L
And I don't think a new guy is gonna up and give him the L that easily

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

1]
Aye yo you ain't got on me
They couldn't wait for me to diss you on a
Cause you was corny
Remember when you used to run up on me,
Cass', please listen to my
You to play your 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 mean it, why you say this shit

2]
Now your getting played 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 or die tryin', like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could get up
But got mad cut and not the kind that scab up
Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you, you in the battle
Then Wale can say a poem at funeral
you wasn't getting bread then
Now you to ride 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 dreads
And we know, I to Christ like Tebow
But in jail was the only 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 up, you don't wanna be hooked up to an I.V.
You would 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 doin no more twittin', get your door 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 make a verse
the shit that you tweet only gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch, tryna' say that I
Bitch I never 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 turned on the they 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 bout the past
But why shit be out your mouth, cause 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 is a gimmick
You of lost your damn mind screaming all the damn time
You can't rhyme, and if it for Charlie Mack
You wouldn't have a house to have a house party at
You can hardly rap, all you do is party tracks
Niggas know Meek so weak on a slow beat
You blew up fast, but now you got a leak
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 your wrist,
You really hyped but you ain't even repping right
You not a Big Willie cause you know how to wheelie bikes, right
It's like I was sixteen it
You cockroach, I'm the nigga you seen doing it
Don't make me put you on that Summer Jam
In them ass jeans and the sneakers with the wings on it
first album and that compilation flopped
Cause you tell a of lies 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 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 that song 2Pac
I the video like, where the fuck is 2Pac at?
I saw your like nah, 2Pac not fat
I had Philly on lock before got clapped
You me, an O.G. in the game
On point, Derrick Rose 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 your name was Meek Millz and now it's Mill
You couldn't keep the fucking z in your name
You the biggest pussy in the game, I got your cat
"Cassidy losing to Meek," now how that look?
Why you drop that song Repo? That was a 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, 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 their paid tour?
You getting paid, I got more
Way more, I get it and spend 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 shits is paid for
Man you leased it, keep it a damn secret
You could front for a 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
Fuck all, "I bury those cockroaches"
This about who the richest and who the brokest
This is about who the dopest, a nigga
You moved from
You only in the city cause of L.A. Big U signed eviction notice

10]
You jokers better keep 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 on me just in case
No I wanna catch a case
But I never keep the safety on my weapon, I tryna keep my weapon safe
You fake, show some respect
Cause I was there when all you 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 been pretty all my damn
Damn right, you might can 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, about bars
It's not about rollies, it's not about
not about Y.S.L. or Audemars
You jumped off my dick and ride Ross, pause
Keep your on the sparrow Meek
riding 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 that you doing got me pissed off
Nothing that you true, that's why I don't like you

12]
I don't know who hyped you, all bars recycled
who got opinions, you know you not winnin'
I been hot from the
Son you got problems they 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 grew up
Yup, I brought you in world and I can take you out
Then let bitch and my dick start making out
You already know every radio station bout to have this song
Like a nigga breaking out
Look, you can put my in the crack 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 them get your back
You not a pack, you a black mild, you just rap loud

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

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

15]
It's official, same shit toilet tissue
It's like they might 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, even if dope straight
It's a slow wait, you on probation
And caged in is a fucked up situation
I'm trying to school you you my kid
And I'm concerned that you gotta learn from the shit that you done did
But you always a stupid kid
You got a brain even though your head's stupid big
And you might be getting up in some
But "what you think, you girls now cause of your looks?"

16]
What? You look like an animal in the
You remind me of that monkey on of the Apes
Wait, I see panic in face
I I'm scaring 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 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, I seen the tweet
My nigga Jag made you have worse nightmare

17]
Larceny fam' right here, and we don't fight
And we ain't like your squad cause we all
Meek, you be all nervous with the frog eyes
And Ruff gon' ride with me too
So ass is dead, and ain't shit 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 rest of your can get it too
I get at them, right I get at you
Fag