Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These niggas ain't bigger me
These niggas ain't Nas, ain't to me
niggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't 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 shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll slash fucking faces

You niggas sold shit, not an album or a rock
nigga putting rings on my old bitch
Dick the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy you went gold ass niggas
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, 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 five albums, Kiss the on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the King on motherfucker
I don't hear it, weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' 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 cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas
lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna that shit
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go and fuck these niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

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

I was in the XXL, red chucks my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had round my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Busta round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they 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 spawn in the flesh, you a 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 for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much 'til the Game drop
So you can suck my dick and can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog
Fuck all these pussys, give me any to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we out
Landed in Miami, met bitches ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

These niggas bigger than me
These niggas ain't Nas, 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
niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, ain't dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit 'bout the new
Ol' ass rappers, all these smiley ass faces

Ay Frank go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas
Yeah they fuck
"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 this
The soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherfucker
out
Blood money, we gon' out
out
And don't think I won't send six niggas to your out
Rich