Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high
Off that sour diesel and hydro
This take an L every time he go viral
to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on 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 Newtons in the
And when we touch everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black the Panthers
We seen your 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 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 in rehab

Yeah, take Beans to rehab
On lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't it
You was to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in hours
a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Miller and now you don't scrap
It was to go at Drizzy 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 thumb in butt
That Ken doll gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you got the guts
Ridin' bikes with 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 nigga a rat
I fuck 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, a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that rattle me
Lil' homie won't with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a
The louder your scream, the the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of hearse
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy you first
And why you pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck with
And YG can't you a pass
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't come to L.A
I fuck around and catch an to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street 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 first album, ain't took it out the yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
Jelly smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You gon' fuck around, get tied up Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
Waiting for the word to it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
sweats, armor tucked
Night night, use that like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they off mail
I seen fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in
You went and got the whole Philly, just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice back
And have Dr. Dre "Meek Mill 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 hole you can't
Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When rats start 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 ain't getting money, boy, you

You rat bastard!