Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
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' start to 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 everybody spirals
in all black like 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 got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
Niggas ain't got the for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in

Yeah, take Beans to rehab
On Instagram lookin' a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them 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 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 runnin' a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you be runnin' into Wack
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 move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your
And Barbie keep her thumb in your
Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind niggas, you ain't 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 city wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a to that
Now the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the the verse
I put dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
They say the shall inherit the Earth
So I and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck Rozay
And YG can't you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And don't try to whine to the
You not the Rams, don't come 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 mixed with the old
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you ain't got a yet
Bought your first album, took it out the plastic yet
Move Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you 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 your mama's mustache,
Fuck your sister while you 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up Nicki house
I got on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting for the to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in Armani tux
sweats, armor tucked
Night night, use pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off
I that fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and 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 have went and got Kendrick, went and got
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red
see you in the streets, don't at me
You like a boat with a you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake you them two LLs

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these start snitching, break 'em off!
(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats start snitching, '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!