Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high
Off that diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every he go viral
Welcome to the West, and ain'tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all like the Panthers
We seen 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 got the answers 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 Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll you with 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 three
It's a flight, put this 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 in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't
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., put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her in your butt
That Ken doll gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the
Ridin' dirt with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from to New York to Philly and back
a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make 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 your
You Nicki 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 me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your
They say the meek shall inherit the
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 with
And YG can't give you a
I add 20 to 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't 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 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 and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass,
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch 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, posted like
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, dawn to dusk
Get at me, you gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the
Lying on the 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 walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, just 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, Ice Cube back
And Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
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

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

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

You rat bastard!