Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high
Off that sour diesel and that
This nigga take an L every he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe of Pablo
Stay on bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Minaj sideshow
Still dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the
And when we touch down everybody 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 ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been this more than you!
ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left in rehab

Yeah, take Beans to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a bean bag
through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put 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 pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be into Wack
You jumped 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 out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in your
Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went B-more to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, this really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all 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 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 scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's 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
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you
And why you pick on Wale?
You told me that you fuck with Rozay
And YG can't you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And try to whine 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 the old Guwop
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 Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass
I'll get some clippers and cut mama's mustache, nigga
your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Kaepernick
Now to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted Cousins
Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe
Thou shall not fuck Chuck, pawns are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, dawn 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 you ain't talking 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, just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, Ice Cube back
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 a hole you can't sail
Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats 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 ain't getting money, boy, you

You rat bastard!