Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' though
Off that sour diesel and hydro
This take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and ain'tThe Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
Still 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 like the
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly 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 doin' this more than you!
Niggas ain't got the for me
You went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

Yeah, take back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' through Philly on them sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not it
Talkin' you 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, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the
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 and now you don't rap
Ask bitch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your
And Barbie keep her thumb in your
Ken doll love 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 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 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 to that
Now tell the how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a that don't rattle me
Lil' won't scrap 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 wacker the
I put that dick chaser on the back of your hearse
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You told me that you fuck with Rozay
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 king, and a street sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed 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 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 ass, nigga
bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside house
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
Waiting for the word to it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to
Get at me, you niggas 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 that paperwork on XXL
Rat chew through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in
You went and got the whole Philly, it's me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have and got E-40, brought Ice Cube 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
Meek Mill, me and Drake you them two LLs

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When these rats snitching, break 'em off!
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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!