Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

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

Yeah, take Beans back to
On Instagram lookin' like a bean bag
through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't it
You was to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in 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 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' Wack
You Quentin 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 Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her in your butt
That Ken doll love fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the
dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from B-more to New York to 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, a Philly to that
Now the world how you got your bitch
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 with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of hearse
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me that you don't with Rozay
And YG give 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 around and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you ain't got a yet
your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Prince
Sean Kingston got and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache,
Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause kinda thick
And make that bitch a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You gon' fuck around, get tied up Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe
shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; tux
sweats, armor tucked
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from to dusk
Get at me, you gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they off mail
I seen that fake on XXL
Rat niggas through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you see me in hell
You went and got the Philly, it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, and got Snoop
and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube
And have Dr. Dre "Meek Mill is a rat"
a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake you them two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!