Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These niggas ain't bigger me
These niggas Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These niggas ain't Em, they 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 niggas ain't Bloods, they dripping with me
Niggas talking that 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll 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
niggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
Fuck out my you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, clear that we not equal
Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got on this motherfucker?
Less five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the King on this
I don't wanna hear it, 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, and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman a whole bunch of soft ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna that shit
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank go ahead and fuck these niggas
(Yeah, fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas already fucked your bitch, you boy
And time you kiss 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 bust round my set
I'm Compton where that 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 hit reset
Five in the chest, I'm the Don and the vet
say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy nigga
Stranget, ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop
Nigga better off jacking 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 been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog
Fuck all pussys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me 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 show 'em what it's all
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

These niggas ain't than me
These niggas ain't Nas, Jigga to me
These niggas ain't Em, 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 with me
Niggas that shit 'bout the new generation
Ol' emoji ass rappers, all these ass faces

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