Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

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

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

I was in the XXL, red chucks 'round my
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 bust my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock fuck with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got in his neck
This a spawn in the flesh, you a hit reset
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, fake ass Kanye, ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I I'm at the pawn shop
Nigga off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the drop
So you can suck my dick and can count my name drops
I the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house
Fuck all these pussys, give me any to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre me ball out
put me on a private jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met bitches ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to 'em what it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

niggas ain't bigger than me
These niggas ain't Nas, ain't 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 Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping me
Niggas talking shit 'bout the new generation
Ol' emoji ass rappers, all these smiley ass

Ay Frank go ahead 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 single, I drop dreams on that motherfucker
I should let my scream on this motherfucker
The soft, I should let Miguel 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