Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that
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 "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the
And when we down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, ain't the answer

You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye...) You 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 went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't it
You was s'posed to up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in hours
It's a 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' on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be into Wack
You jumped 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 gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on back
And Barbie keep her thumb in butt
Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you got the guts
Ridin' dirt 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 cheese at stake, this nigga a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make city look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a to that
Now the world how you got your bitch
You Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a that don't rattle me
Lil' homie scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your
They say the meek shall inherit the
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause buried you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me that you 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 to the Grapes
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I fuck and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you got a classic yet
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got and now you niggas best friends
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
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 'cause kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, Colin Kaepernick
Now to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up Nicki house
I got on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting for the to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
sweats, armor tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to
Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in
Or see me in clubs "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the like you ain't talking 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
Before you see me in jail, you see me in hell
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, 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 snitching, break 'em off!

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

You rat bastard!