Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, high though
Off that sour and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe Life of
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we touch down catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black the Panthers
We your 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 got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left in rehab

Yeah, take Beans to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' through Philly on Wocky sticks
nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not it
you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't 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 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., I'll put them Bs on back
And keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll gettin' fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with 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 make y'all city look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You ain't but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that chaser 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 pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck Rozay
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 catch an Uber to
I'm a drama king, and a street with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you got a classic yet
Bought first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got and now you niggas best friends
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fuck around, get up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, are stuck
Fold you up in Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you niggas see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to
Got the cops at my door, they dropping off mail
I seen that paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in
you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You and got the whole Philly, it's 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, brought Ice back
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 boat with a you can't sail
Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats start snitching, '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!