Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These niggas bigger than me
These ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These niggas ain't Em, they 50 to me
You Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
niggas ain't 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
Fuck these niggas, I'll slash your faces

You niggas ain't sold shit, not an album or a
Pussy nigga putting on my old bitch
Dick the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy cause you gold ass niggas
These niggas spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for important people, it's clear that 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 five albums, Kiss the Ring on motherfucker
California and I'm the King on this motherfucker
I wanna hear it, weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, we gon' feel it
Old lost ass niggas, voice crack when you ass niggas
Rolling blunts for the boss ass
I came in with 'Ye, and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass
lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 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 kiss on that ho, you my dick, you bitch boy
And you buy that ho a bag that 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
Word to the Rhymes, had Bust round my set
Gave Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock can't with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 got socked 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" you see me, you a pussy nigga
Stranget, fake ass Kanye, fake ass
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the shop
Nigga off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name
I been the underdog, I'm in the dog house
Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to out
Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we out
Landed in Miami, met some ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

These niggas ain't bigger me
These ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These niggas ain't Em, they 50 to me
You Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These niggas ain't Crips, ain't 60's to me
These niggas Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
Niggas talking that 'bout the new generation
Ol' emoji ass rappers, all these ass faces

Ay Frank Ocean go ahead and 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 your single, I drop dreams on that
I let my daughter scream on this motherfucker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel on this motherfucker
out
Blood money, we ride out
out
And don't think I won't send six niggas to hide out
Gang