Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' though
Off that sour and that hydro
This nigga take an L time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of
Stay on that bullshit it's start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05
around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin'
Dressed in all black like the
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 doin' this more you!
Niggas ain't got the for me
You went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three
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 coppin' pleas on the
Fuck runnin' in the game, you 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 I beez 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 doll love 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 went from B-more to New to Philly and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to
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 rattle me
homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
Meesha's casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the
I put that dick chaser logo on the of your hearse
They say the shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck Rozay
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to whine to the
You not the Rams, don't come to L.A
I fuck and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street with a K
Nigga, is 2Pac mixed with 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 Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma your ass, nigga
Jelly bean fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin
Now back to Squeak Milly, Mouse
You gon' around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like
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, armor
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they off mail
I seen fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through 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 just me by
I could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back
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 a boat with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and gave you them two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!