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

You ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy nigga rings on my old bitch
down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy cause you went gold ass
These niggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't than me
out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, clear that we not equal
Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the Marshall Mathers
"ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker
Who needs Hulk when you got Sting on this motherfucker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the King on this
I wanna hear it, weak ass lyrics
on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it
Old lost ass niggas, voice when you talk ass niggas
Rolling blunts for the ass niggas
I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and ass niggas
Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna that shit
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank go ahead and fuck these niggas
(Yeah, they niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
Take 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 suck my dick, you boy
And when you buy 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
Word to the Rhymes, had Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock can't fuck with Tec
That's Bompton, 40 Glocc 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" you see me, you a pussy nigga
Stranget, fake ass Kanye, ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the shop
Nigga better off Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more the Game drop
So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my drops
I been the underdog, I'm in the dog house
Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to out
Left Aftermath, Dre me ball out
put me on a private jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met bitches 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 niggas ain't than me
These niggas ain't Nas, ain't to me
niggas 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 ain't Bloods, they dripping with me
Niggas that shit 'bout the new generation
Ol' ass rappers, all these smiley ass faces

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