Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' though
Off that sour diesel and that
nigga 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
it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin'
Dressed in all like the Panthers
We seen your freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer

You ain't got the answers, man! You got the answers! (Kanye...) You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
Niggas got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., Beans in rehab

Yeah, take back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bag
Flyin' Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, I'll you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three
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 with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you pleas on the jack
Fuck in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin and now you don't scrap
It was to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
Ask bitch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie her thumb in your butt
That Ken love gettin' 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 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 y'all look wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit with the Eagle, a Philly to that
Now tell the how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was a chick
You ain't but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil' won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old
another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the
I put that dick chaser logo on the of your hearse
They say the meek shall inherit the
So I went and dug your ass up, Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna on Wale?
You me that you don't fuck with Rozay
And YG can't 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 around and catch an to Slay
I'm a king, and a street sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you ain't got a yet
Bought your album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you best friends
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch she's kinda thick
And make bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
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
Thou not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, dawn to dusk
Get at me, you gon' 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 fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and 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, went and got
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube
And Dr. Dre screaming "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 a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!