Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These niggas ain't than me
niggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These niggas ain't Em, they 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, they dripping with me
talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll slash your faces

You niggas ain't shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy nigga putting on my old bitch
Dick down the ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy you went gold ass niggas
These niggas ain't spitting me, you ain't sicker than me
Fuck out my section you sitting with me
This for very important people, it's clear that we not
Clear you faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
"ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got on this motherfucker?
Less than albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the King on this
I wanna hear it, weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' it
Old lost ass niggas, voice crack you talk ass niggas
Rolling blunts for the boss ass
I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of ass niggas
lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear shit
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) no 3 stacks in your class
your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas fucked your bitch, you bitch boy
And every time you kiss on that ho, you my dick, you bitch boy
And when you buy ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy

I was in the XXL, red 'round 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 in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton that Glock can't fuck with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his
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
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 Game
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog
all these pussys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre me ball 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 'em what it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

These ain't bigger than me
These niggas 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 dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit the new generation
Ol' ass rappers, all these smiley ass faces

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