Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These niggas bigger than me
niggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These niggas Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you Biggie to me
niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, ain't dripping with me
Niggas that shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll slash fucking faces

You niggas ain't sold shit, not an or a rock
Pussy putting rings on my old bitch
Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass
Happy cause you went ass niggas
These ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, it's that we not equal
Clear you faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a
Who needs Hogan when you got Sting on this motherfucker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the on this motherfucker
throne and I'm the King on this motherfucker
I wanna hear it, weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we feel it
Old lost ass niggas, voice when you talk ass niggas
Rolling for the boss ass niggas
I in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggas
Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna that shit
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Ocean go ahead and fuck these niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in class
your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas fucked your bitch, you bitch boy
And every time you kiss on that ho, you suck my dick, you boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that carry my bricks, you bitch boy

I was in the XXL, red chucks my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had round my set
to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they round my set
I'm Compton where that Glock can't fuck with that Tec
some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This a in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset
Five in the chest, I'm the Don and the vet
Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy
Stranget, fake ass Kanye, fake ass
Fake ass jewelry, how I I'm at the pawn shop
Nigga better off jacking Flav for his clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the drop
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my drops
I the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house
Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to out
Left Aftermath, Dre me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we out
in Miami, met some bitches ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, to show 'em what it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

These niggas ain't than me
These ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These niggas ain't Em, they 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you Biggie to me
niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, ain't dripping with me
Niggas talking that 'bout the new generation
Ol' emoji ass rappers, all these ass faces

Ay Frank go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas
Yeah they fuck
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
Drop your single, I drop dreams on motherfucker
I should let my daughter scream on motherfucker
The industry soft, I let Miguel sing on this motherfucker
out
Blood money, we ride out
out
And don't think I won't send six niggas to hide out
Gang