Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, high though
Off that diesel and that hydro
This nigga an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of
Stay on that bullshit it's start to feel like Chicago
it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the
And when we touch everybody catchin' spirals
in all black like 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 got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
Niggas got the answers for me
You shoulda and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, take back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' Philly on them Wocky sticks
nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov you the game, you ain't soak it
You was to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' 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 scrap
It was to go at Drizzy 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 Barbie keep her thumb in your
That Ken doll love fucked
behind your 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 to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all 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 how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was a chick
You ain't but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil' homie scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' me's a tragedy
The louder scream, the wacker the verse
I put dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
They say the shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck 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, don't back to L.A
I fuck around and catch an Uber to
I'm a drama king, and a sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old
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 to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat ass, nigga
Jelly smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's thick
And that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Milly, Meeky Mouse
You fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted Cousins
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like dropping off mail
I seen 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 could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back
And Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red
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

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