Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

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 Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These niggas ain't Crips, ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't with me
talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck niggas, I'll slash your fucking faces

You niggas sold shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy nigga rings on my old bitch
Dick down the ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy you went gold ass niggas
These niggas ain't spitting with me, you sicker than me
out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, it's clear that we not
you niggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a
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 on this motherfucker
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
Rolling for the boss ass niggas
I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and these niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up ass, bitch boy

already fucked your bitch, you bitch boy
And time you kiss on that ho, you suck my dick, you bitch boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch 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 in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where Glock can't fuck with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 got socked in his neck
This a spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit
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
ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop
Nigga off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much 'til the Game drop
So you can suck my and Complex can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog
all these 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 some ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em 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 ain't Em, they ain't 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 Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
talking that shit 'bout the new generation
Ol' ass rappers, all these smiley ass faces

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