Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All gotta die though
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 this ain'tThe of Pablo
Stay on bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "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 ain't the

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!
ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in

Yeah, take Beans back to
On Instagram like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a stick
The Hov gave 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 hours
a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't
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., I'll put them Bs on your
And Barbie keep her thumb in your
Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the
Ridin' bikes with your ass on some nuts
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 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 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 snake that rattle me
Lil' homie scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
Meesha's casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of hearse
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause buried you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me that you don't fuck with
And YG can't 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, come back to L.A
I fuck around and catch an Uber to
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 it out the plastic yet
from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy 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 while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
Waiting for the word to it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from to dusk
Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in
Or see me in clubs "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you ain't to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like dropping off mail
I that fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through and leave you in cells
you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, it's me by myself
I could went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, 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 a boat with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!