Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black like the
We seen your Sway freestyle, 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 ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more you!
Niggas ain't got the for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not it
Talkin' you be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the
runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you scrap
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 back
And Barbie keep her thumb in butt
That Ken doll love gettin'
behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went B-more to New York to Philly and back
a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make city look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your
They say the meek shall the Earth
So I went and dug ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You me that you don't fuck with Rozay
And YG give you a pass
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to whine to the
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 with a K
Nigga, this is 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 it out the plastic yet
Move Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
Fuck your while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And that 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, posted like
Waiting for the word to pump it up, Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use that pillow a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they 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 and got the whole Philly, it's 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, brought Ice Cube
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 boat with a hole you can't
Mill, me and Drake 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 headphones, gold chain
on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you getting money, boy, you lame

You rat bastard!