Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

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

You ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy nigga putting rings on my old
Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass
Happy cause you gold ass niggas
niggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
Fuck out my section you ain't sitting me
This for very important people, it's clear we not equal
Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the Marshall Mathers
"ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker
Who needs Hulk Hogan you got Sting on this motherfucker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the on this motherfucker
I wanna hear it, weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we feel it
Old ass niggas, voice 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 bunch of soft ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear shit
May you Rest in Piss, you niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up ass, bitch boy

Niggas already fucked bitch, you bitch boy
And every time you kiss on 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 'round my
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a in case they bust round my set
I'm from where that Glock can't fuck with that Tec
some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This a spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit
in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don and the vet
Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy
Stranget, ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn
Nigga off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the 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, me any name to call out
Aftermath, Dre told 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 show 'em what it's all
"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 Em, they 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
Niggas 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 on this motherfucker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on motherfucker
out
Blood money, we gon' out
out
And don't think I send six niggas to your hide out
Gang