Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, high though
Off that sour diesel and that
This nigga take an L time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we down everybody catchin' spirals
in all black 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!
Niggas ain't got the for me
You shoulda and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you soak it
You was to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the
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' pleas on the
runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you scrap
It was time to go at 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 her thumb in your butt
Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the
dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I from B-more to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but nigga make y'all city look wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a to that
Now tell the how you got your bitch
You Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a that don't rattle me
Lil' homie scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a
The louder scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of hearse
They say the shall inherit 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 fuck with Rozay
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't back to L.A
I around and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a king, and a street sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One song, but you ain't got a classic yet
Bought your album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Prince
Sean Kingston got and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie ass nigga
You got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Mouse
You fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like
Waiting for the word to it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use that pillow a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in
Or see me in clubs "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off
I seen that 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 Philly, it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got
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 sail
Mill, me and Drake gave 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!