Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high
Off sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "Dreams" in '05 though
around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we down everybody 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 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!
Niggas got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., Beans in rehab

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' through Philly on Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you 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 this bum in the
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 gon' be runnin' Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you rap
Ask bitch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on back
And Barbie keep her thumb in butt
That Ken love gettin' fucked
Hide behind niggas, you ain't got the guts
dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from to New York 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 wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a to that
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 casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick logo on the back of your hearse
They say the meek inherit the Earth
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 Rozay
And YG can't you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I fuck and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a king, and a street sweeper with a K
Nigga, is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
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 robbed and now you niggas friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
I'll get some and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, Colin Kaepernick
Now to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get up inside Nicki house
I got on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting for the to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from to dusk
Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in
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 that fake on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you see me in hell
You and got the whole Philly, it's just me by myself
I have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, Ice Cube back
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 boat with a hole you can't
Meek Mill, me and Drake you them two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!