Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

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

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 doin' more than you!
Niggas got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left in rehab

Yeah, take Beans back to
On Instagram lookin' a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you soak it
You was to throw up the Roc, not smoke 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, Ninja Turtles, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you 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 keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken love gettin' fucked
Hide your niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I from 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 with the Eagle, a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your
They say the shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna pick on
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 don't try to whine to the
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I fuck around and catch an Uber to
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper a K
Nigga, this is mixed with 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 from Philly to L.A. and think he Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache,
Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda
And make bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside house
I got on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting for the word to 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 that pillow like a silencer, from to dusk
Get at me, you gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the
on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they off mail
I seen that fake 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 have went and got Kendrick, went 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"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!