Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high
Off that diesel and that hydro
nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
Still dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we touch everybody catchin' spirals
in all black like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the

You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye...) You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this than you!
Niggas got the answers for me
You shoulda and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, take Beans back to
On Instagram like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' Philly on them Wocky sticks
nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you be in L.A. in three hours
It's a flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' Wack
You Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
It was to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
Ask your bitch, she I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin'
behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went B-more to New York to Philly and back
a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the
I put that chaser logo on the back of your hearse
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, Drizzy buried you first
And why you pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck with
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to whine to the
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I fuck around and an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you got a classic yet
Bought your first album, took it out the plastic yet
Move Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat ass, nigga
bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda
And make that bitch a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside house
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
Waiting for the to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from to dusk
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you ain't to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like dropping off mail
I seen that fake on XXL
Rat niggas chew walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in
You went and got the Philly, it's just me by myself
I could went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice back
And Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a boat with a hole you sail
Meek Mill, me and gave you them two LLs

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When these rats start snitching, 'em off!
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When these rats start snitching, 'em off!

nigga! (Mumbles)
I got on gold headphones, gold
on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you ain't getting money, boy, you

You rat bastard!