Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Studios, gettin' high though
Off that diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of
Stay on that bullshit it's start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the
And when we touch down everybody catchin'
Dressed in all black like the
We your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer

You 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 than you!
Niggas ain't got the for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., Beans in rehab

Yeah, take Beans to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a 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 up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three
It's a flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' 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., put them Bs on your back
And keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll gettin' fucked
Hide your niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went B-more to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, 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 world how you got bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki 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, time to his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the
I put dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
They say the shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me that you don't with Rozay
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to to the Grapes
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I fuck around and an Uber 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
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best
Fat sloppy eatin' ass nigga
You got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean fuck-ass nigga
I'll get clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin
Now to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that pillow 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
Lying on the Internet like you ain't to twelve
Got the at my door, like they dropping off mail
I that fake paperwork 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 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 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 you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you two LLs

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When these rats start snitching, 'em off!
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When these start snitching, break 'em off!

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

You rat bastard!