Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, high though
Off that sour and that hydro
This nigga take an L every he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of
on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the
And when we touch down catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black like the
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' more than you!
ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left in rehab

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on Wocky sticks
nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you pleas on the jack
Fuck in the game, you gon' 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 know I beez in the
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your
And Barbie keep her thumb in butt
That Ken doll gettin' fucked
Hide behind niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I from B-more to New York to Philly and back
a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but nigga make y'all city look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker 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 buried you
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me that you don't with Rozay
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to to the Grapes
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I around and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street with 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 got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki
I got on Beaumont, posted 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, armor
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from to dusk
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to
Got the at my door, like they dropping off mail
I seen that paperwork 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, it's just me by
I could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek is a rat"
a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a boat with a hole you sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!