Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go
Welcome to the West, and this Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
Still dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the

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 Beans in

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky
Punk-ass nigga, beat you with a hockey stick
The Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a flight, put this 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
runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into 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 in the trap
You move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin'
Hide behind your niggas, you 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 this nigga y'all city look wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit with the Eagle, a Philly to that
Now tell the how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You ain't but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
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, 'cause buried you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me 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 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 sweeper 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
Bought first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best
Fat sloppy eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
sweats, armor tucked
Night night, use that pillow a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the
Lying on the Internet like you ain't to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like dropping off mail
I seen that paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in
You went and got the whole Philly, it's me by myself
I could went 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 with a hole you can't
Meek Mill, me and gave you them two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!