Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' though
Off that sour diesel and that
This nigga take an L every time he go
Welcome to the West, and this Life of Pablo
on that 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 ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this than you!
Niggas got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left in rehab

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a bean bag
Flyin' Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you soak it
You was s'posed to up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in 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 in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you rap
Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the
You gotta move out of L.A., put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in butt
That Ken doll love 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 B-more 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 bitch
You Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake don't rattle me
Lil' homie scrap with 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 chaser logo on the back of your
say the meek shall 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 fuck with Rozay
And YG give you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on 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 sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you got a classic yet
Bought your first album, took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best
Fat sloppy eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma your ass, nigga
bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki
I got esés on Beaumont, posted Cousins
Waiting for the word to it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck Chuck, pawns are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use that like 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 Internet you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off
I seen that fake 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, it's just me by
I have 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 screaming "Meek is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a with a hole you can't sail
Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!