Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, high though
Off that sour and that hydro
nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and ain'tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05
around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin'
Dressed in all black like the
We seen 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 got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in

Yeah, take Beans back to
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bag
through Philly on them Wocky 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 up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three
a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push 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 gon' be runnin' into
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't
It was to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
Ask bitch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your
And Barbie her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll gettin' fucked
Hide behind niggas, you ain't 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 York to 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 the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't me
Lil' homie won't with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the the verse
I put that dick chaser on the back of your hearse
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me that you don't fuck 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, is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you got a classic yet
Bought first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass
You got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside house
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
Waiting for the word to pump it up, Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from to dusk
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off
I seen that paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in
You went and got the whole Philly, it's me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, Ice Cube back
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red
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

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

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

You rat bastard!