Luyện nghe bài hát Bigger Than Me

These ain't bigger than me
These ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
niggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you Biggie to me
These niggas ain't Crips, ain't 60's to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping me
Niggas talking that 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll slash your fucking

You niggas ain't shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy putting rings on my old bitch
Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass
Happy cause you gold ass niggas
These ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, clear that we not equal
Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the black Mathers
"ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this
than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker
California throne and I'm the King on this
I don't wanna hear it, ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, we gon' feel it
Old lost ass niggas, voice crack when you talk ass
Rolling for the boss ass niggas
I came in with 'Ye, and boss ass niggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear shit
May you in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in class
Take your Top 10 spot and it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas already fucked your bitch, you boy
And every time you kiss on that ho, you suck my dick, you boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that carry my bricks, you bitch boy

I was in the XXL, red chucks my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck my set
to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where Glock can't fuck with that Tec
some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This a spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit
Five in the chest, I'm the Don and the vet
say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy nigga
Stranget, fake ass Kanye, fake ass
ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop
Nigga off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more the Game drop
So you can my dick and Complex can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm in the dog house
Fuck all pussys, give me any name to call out
Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met bitches ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

These ain't bigger than me
These niggas ain't Nas, Jigga to me
These ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These niggas Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
Niggas talking that shit 'bout the new
Ol' emoji ass rappers, all these ass faces

Ay Frank go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas
they fuck niggas
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
Drop single, I drop dreams on that motherfucker
I should let my scream on this motherfucker
The industry soft, I let Miguel sing on this motherfucker
out
Blood money, we gon' out
out
And don't think I won't six niggas to your hide out
Gang