Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

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

Yeah, take Beans back to
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' through Philly on them sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you 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 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' on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you be runnin' into Wack
You Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
It was to go at Drizzy and now you don't 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 her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin'
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some
Now you can pop a to that!
I went B-more to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga y'all city look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, a Philly to that
Now the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was a chick
You shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the of your hearse
They say the meek inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me you don't fuck with Rozay
And YG can't give you a
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, this is 2Pac mixed the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you ain't got a yet
Bought your first album, took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and 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
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Kaepernick
Now back to Milly, Meeky Mouse
You fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe
Thou shall not fuck Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from to dusk
Get at me, you gon' see me in gloves
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 through walls and leave you in cells
you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, just 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 Cube
And have Dr. Dre "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red
see you in the streets, don't at me
You a boat with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you two LLs

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

nigga! (Mumbles)
I got on headphones, gold chain
on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you getting money, boy, you lame

You rat bastard!