Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Studios, gettin' high though
Off sour diesel and that hydro
This take an L every time he go viral
to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's start to feel like Chicago
it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black like the
We your 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!
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 mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' through on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey
The Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not it
you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Turtles, nigga's 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 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 love gettin' fucked
behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from B-more to New York to Philly and
It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga a rat
I fuck with Philly, but 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 tell the world how you got your
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the
I put that dick logo on the back of your hearse
They say the meek shall the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me you don't fuck with Rozay
And YG give you a pass
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 fuck around and an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One song, but you ain't got a classic yet
your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh
Sean 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 bean smugglin' fuck-ass
I'll get some and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like
Waiting for the to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
sweats, armor 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 clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the
Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to
Got the cops at my door, like they off mail
I seen that fake on XXL
Rat chew 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, just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube
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 like a boat a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake you them two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!