Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These niggas ain't bigger me
niggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga 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 Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping me
talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll slash fucking faces

You niggas sold shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy nigga putting rings on my old
Dick down the ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy cause you went ass niggas
These ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
Fuck out my you ain't sitting with me
This for important people, it's clear that we not equal
Clear you faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a
Who needs Hulk when you got Sting 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, weak ass
on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it
Old lost ass niggas, voice crack you talk ass niggas
blunts for the boss ass niggas
I came in 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a bunch of soft ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't hear that shit
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and these niggas
(Yeah, they niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas already your 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 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 Busta Bust my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case bust round my set
I'm from where that Glock can't fuck with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his
a spawn 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 pussy
Stranget, ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop
Nigga better off jacking Flav for his alarm
Speaking of time, how more 'til the Game drop
So you can my dick and Complex 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 private jet we balled out
Landed in Miami, met bitches 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 than me
These niggas ain't Nas, Jigga to me
These niggas ain't Em, they 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These niggas Crips, they ain't 60's to me
niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit the new generation
Ol' emoji ass rappers, all smiley ass faces

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