Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' though
Off that diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every he go viral
to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05
around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, ain't the answer

You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye...) You got the answers! You ain't 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 lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a stick
The Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three
It's a 5-hour flight, put bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't me
Strapped, Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into
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 know I in the trap
You move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin'
Hide behind your niggas, you got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with 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 nigga make y'all city look
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a
You ain't but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil' won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the
I put that dick logo on the back of your hearse
They say the meek shall inherit the
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you
And why you pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't with Rozay
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to to the Grapes
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I around and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One song, but you ain't got a classic yet
Bought first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass,
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache,
Fuck sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You gon' fuck around, get up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you talking to twelve
Got the at my door, like they dropping off mail
I seen that fake on XXL
Rat niggas chew walls and leave 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
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, Ice Cube back
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek is a rat"
a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a boat a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and gave you them two LLs

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

nigga! (Mumbles)
I got on gold headphones, chain
on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you getting money, boy, you lame

You rat bastard!