Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high
Off that sour diesel and hydro
nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and ain'tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Minaj sideshow
Still dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black like the
We seen your 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 went and got A.I., left in rehab

Yeah, take Beans back to
On lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky
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 flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' a rat
Now Tak 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into
You Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you rap
Ask your bitch, she know I in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in butt
That Ken doll love fucked
Hide behind niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from B-more to New York to Philly and
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 bitch
You FaceTimed while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old
Meesha's casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of hearse
They say the meek shall the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, Drizzy buried you first
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 your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And don't try to whine to the
You not the Rams, don't come to L.A
I fuck around and catch an Uber to
I'm a king, and a street sweeper with a K
Nigga, is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you ain't got a yet
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the yet
Move from 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, I'ma beat ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up 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
sweats, armor tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
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 they dropping off
I that fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in
you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, it's just me by
I could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have and got E-40, brought 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 with a hole you can't
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!