Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

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

You niggas ain't sold shit, not an album or a
Pussy putting rings on my old bitch
Dick down the ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy cause you gold 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 very people, it's clear that we not equal
Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the black Mathers
"ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got on this motherfucker?
Less than five albums, the Ring on this motherfucker
California and I'm the King on this motherfucker
I don't wanna hear it, weak ass
on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it
Old lost ass niggas, crack when you talk ass niggas
Rolling blunts for the boss ass
I came in 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of ass niggas
lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna that shit
May you Rest in Piss, you 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 fucked 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 'round my
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 they bust round my set
I'm Compton where that Glock can't fuck with that Tec
some 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
say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy nigga
Stranget, ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the shop
Nigga better off jacking Flav for his alarm
Speaking of time, how much 'til the Game drop
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my drops
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog
Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to out
Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet we balled out
in Miami, met some bitches ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to '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 Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't with me
Niggas talking that shit 'bout the new
Ol' ass rappers, all these smiley ass faces

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