Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour and that hydro
This nigga take an L time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of
on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the
And when we touch down everybody spirals
Dressed in all black like the
We your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer

You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye...) You ain't got the answers! You got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, take Beans back to
On Instagram lookin' like a bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't it
You was s'posed to up the Roc, not smoke it
you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' on the jack
Fuck in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't
It was to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
Ask your bitch, she I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your
And Barbie keep her in your butt
Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the
Ridin' bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this make y'all city look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a to that
Now tell the world how you got your
You Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that rattle me
Lil' homie won't with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that chaser logo on the back of your hearse
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck with
And YG give you a pass
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't back to L.A
I fuck around and an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper a K
Nigga, is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you got a classic yet
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the yet
Move Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass,
Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass
I'll get clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Mouse
You gon' around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
Waiting for the word to pump it up, Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, are stuck
Fold you up in Armani tux
sweats, armor tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to
Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in
Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the
Lying on the Internet like you talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like dropping off mail
I seen that fake on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and you in cells
you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, just me by myself
I have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice back
And Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake you them two LLs

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When rats start snitching, break 'em off!
(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When rats start snitching, break 'em off!

nigga! (Mumbles)
I got on headphones, gold chain
on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you ain't money, boy, you lame

You rat bastard!