Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' though
Off that sour diesel and that
This take an L every time he go viral
to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we touch everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly 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' 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 Instagram lookin' a mothafuckin' bean bag
through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey
The Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not it
Talkin' you be in L.A. in three hours
a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's 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 Miller and now you don't scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you rap
Ask bitch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your
And Barbie her thumb in your butt
Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the
Ridin' dirt with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from B-more to New York to and back
It's a lot of at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all look wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit with the Eagle, a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The louder 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 went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck with
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And don't try to to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't back to L.A
I fuck 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
your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass
I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache,
your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin
Now back to Squeak Milly, Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted Cousins
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, they dropping off mail
I seen that fake on XXL
Rat niggas chew walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in
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 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 boat with a hole you sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!