Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, high though
Off that diesel and that hydro
This nigga an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and ain'tThe Life of Pablo
on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we touch everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black the Panthers
We your Sway freestyle, Omelly 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 mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, 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 flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into
You jumped Quentin and now you don't scrap
It was time to go at and now you don't rap
Ask bitch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta 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 your ass on some 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 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 how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a that don't rattle me
Lil' won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' me's a tragedy
The louder scream, the wacker the verse
I put that chaser 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 your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't come to L.A
I fuck around and catch an Uber to
I'm a drama king, and a sweeper with 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 your album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best
Fat sloppy eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat ass, nigga
Jelly smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache,
Fuck your sister while you watch she's kinda thick
And make that take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You gon' 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 with Chuck, pawns are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use that like 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 you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, they dropping off mail
I seen fake paperwork on XXL
Rat chew through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you see me in hell
You went and got the Philly, it's just me by myself
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 "Meek Mill is a rat"
a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and 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 getting money, boy, you lame

You rat bastard!