Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These niggas ain't 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 ain't to me
These niggas ain't Crips, they ain't to me
These ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, slash your fucking faces

You niggas ain't shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy putting rings on my old bitch
down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy you went gold ass niggas
These niggas ain't spitting me, you ain't sicker than me
out my section 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 Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this
Less than five albums, the Ring on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the King on motherfucker
I don't wanna hear it, ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, we gon' feel it
Old lost ass niggas, voice crack when you ass niggas
blunts for the boss ass niggas
I came in 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I wanna hear that shit
May you Rest in Piss, you niggas, eh
Frank go ahead and fuck these niggas
(Yeah, they niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up ass, bitch boy

Niggas fucked your bitch, you bitch boy
And time you kiss on that ho, you suck 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
to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that can't fuck with that Tec
That's Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked 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" when you see me, you a nigga
Stranget, fake ass Kanye, fake ass
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the shop
Nigga better off jacking for his alarm clock
of time, how much more 'til the Game drop
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog
Fuck all these pussys, me any name to call 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
Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

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

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 motherfucker
out
Blood money, we ride out
out
And don't think I won't send six to your hide out
Gang