Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

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

Yeah, take Beans to rehab
On lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them sticks
nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not 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, push me
Strapped, Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the
Fuck runnin' in the game, you be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't
It was time to go at and now you don't rap
Ask your bitch, she know I in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on back
And Barbie keep her thumb in your
That Ken doll love fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you got the guts
Ridin' bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from B-more to New to Philly and back
It's a lot of at stake, this nigga really a rat
I with Philly, but this 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 Philly to
Now tell the how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
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, this old Cassidy
Meesha's casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that chaser logo on the back of your hearse
They say the meek shall the Earth
So I and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me 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 to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't back to L.A
I fuck around and catch an to Slay
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 got a classic yet
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the yet
from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted Cousins
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the at my door, like they dropping off mail
I seen that fake on XXL
Rat niggas through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, it's me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, 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 gave you them two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!