Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high
Off that diesel 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
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the
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' this more you!
Niggas got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in

Yeah, take Beans to rehab
On Instagram like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you soak it
You was s'posed to 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, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin and now you don't scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you rap
Ask your bitch, she I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in butt
That Ken doll gettin' fucked
behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I from B-more to New York to Philly and back
a lot of cheese 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 the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your
They say the meek shall inherit the
So I and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me that you don't with Rozay
And YG give you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And don't try to whine to the
You not the Rams, don't come to L.A
I fuck around and an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a 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 it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass
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 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch 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 like
Waiting for the word to it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in Armani tux
sweats, armor tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to
Get at me, you gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the
Lying on the Internet like you ain't to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they off mail
I seen that fake on XXL
Rat niggas chew walls and leave you in cells
you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You and got the whole 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 have Dr. Dre "Meek Mill is a rat"
a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a boat a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake you them two LLs

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