Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

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 ain't to me
These niggas ain't Crips, ain't 60's to me
These ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
Niggas talking shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll slash fucking faces

You ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock
nigga putting rings on my old bitch
Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass
cause you went gold ass niggas
These niggas ain't spitting me, you ain't sicker than me
out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very people, it's clear that we not equal
Clear you faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a
Who needs Hulk when you got Sting on this motherfucker?
Less than albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the King on this
I don't wanna it, weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' it
Old lost ass niggas, voice when you talk ass niggas
Rolling blunts for the boss ass
I came in with 'Ye, and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a whole of soft ass niggas
lyricists, evacuate 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, they fuck niggas) no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, boy

Niggas already your bitch, you bitch boy
And every time you on that ho, you suck my dick, you bitch boy
And when you buy that ho a bag 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
to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock fuck with that Tec
some 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 pussy
Stranget, fake ass Kanye, 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 the Game drop
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my drops
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 jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met some ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

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

Ay Ocean 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 dreams on that motherfucker
I should let my daughter scream on motherfucker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this
out
Blood money, we gon' out
out
And don't I won't send six niggas to your hide out
Rich