Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These ain't bigger than me
These 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 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 that shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll slash your faces

You niggas ain't sold shit, not an or a rock
Pussy nigga rings on my old bitch
Dick down the ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy cause you went gold ass
These niggas ain't spitting with me, you sicker than me
Fuck out my section you ain't 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 when you got Sting on this motherfucker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the King on this
I wanna hear it, weak ass lyrics
on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it
Old lost ass niggas, crack when you talk ass niggas
Rolling for the boss ass niggas
I came in with 'Ye, and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass
Tampon lyricists, the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that
May you Rest in Piss, you niggas, eh
Ocean go ahead and fuck these niggas
(Yeah, they niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas already fucked 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 bitch carry my bricks, you 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 round my set
Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round 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 pussy
Stranget, ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
ass jewelry, how I know? 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 the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house
Fuck all pussys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre me ball out
Stunna put me on a jet then we balled out
in Miami, met some 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

These niggas ain't than me
These niggas ain't Nas, ain't to me
These ain't 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, they ain't dripping me
Niggas talking that shit 'bout the new
Ol' ass rappers, all these smiley ass faces

Ay Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these niggas
they 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 drop on that motherfucker
I should let my daughter on this motherfucker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this
out
Blood money, we ride out
out
And don't I won't send six niggas to your hide out
Rich