Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

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

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

Niggas fucked 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 that 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 they bust my set
I'm from where that Glock can't fuck with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got 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" you see me, you a pussy nigga
Stranget, fake ass Kanye, ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn
Nigga better off Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game
So you can suck my dick and can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm in the dog house
Fuck all these pussys, me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me out
Stunna put me on a private jet we balled 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 bigger me
niggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These niggas Em, they ain't 50 to me
You Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These niggas ain't Crips, they ain't to me
These ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit 'bout the new
Ol' emoji ass rappers, all smiley ass faces

Ay Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas
Yeah they 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 dreams on that
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 think I won't send six niggas to your hide out
Rich