Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, high though
Off that 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' start to feel like
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "Dreams" in '05 though
around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all like the Panthers
We seen your 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 ain't got the answers, Sway! been doin' this more than you!
Niggas got the answers for me
You went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, take back to rehab
On Instagram like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't it
You was to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 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 pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' Wack
You Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
It was time to go at and now you don't rap
Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the
You move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken love gettin' 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 from B-more 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 city look
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to
Now tell the world how you got bitch
You Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap 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 your scream, the the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of hearse
They say the meek shall the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy you first
And why you pick on Wale?
You me that you don't fuck with Rozay
And YG can't you a pass
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't back to L.A
I around and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you ain't got a yet
Bought first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass
You got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch she's kinda thick
And make that bitch 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 like
Waiting for the word to it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are
Fold you up in boxes; tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas 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, like they dropping off
I that fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in
You went and got the whole Philly, just me by myself
I could have and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice back
And have Dr. Dre "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 a hole you can't sail
Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

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