Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

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

You ain't got the answers, man! You got the answers! (Kanye...) You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, take Beans back to
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' through on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to 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, nigga's with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' on the jack
Fuck in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Miller and now you don't scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you rap
Ask your bitch, she I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., put them Bs on your back
And keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from B-more to New York to and back
a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to
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 that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap 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 scream, the wacker the verse
I put dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
They say the meek shall the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me that you fuck with Rozay
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to to the Grapes
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I fuck around and an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One song, but you ain't got a classic yet
your 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 sloppy Twinkie ass nigga
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 take a knee, like Colin
Now back to Squeak Milly, Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like
Waiting for the to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use that pillow a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in
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 off mail
I that fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew walls and leave you in cells
you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, just me by myself
I could went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, 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 boat with a 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)
these rats start snitching, break 'em off!

nigga! (Mumbles)
I got on gold headphones, gold
on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you getting money, boy, you lame

You rat bastard!