Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

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

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

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

I was in the XXL, red chucks my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where Glock can't fuck with that Tec
That's Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This a spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit
in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don and the vet
Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a nigga
Stranget, ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I I'm at the pawn shop
Nigga better off Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog
Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to out
Aftermath, Dre told 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, time to show 'em what it's all
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

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

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