Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high
Off sour diesel 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 Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam in the Tahoe
And when we down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all like 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 ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been this more than you!
ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in

Yeah, take Beans to rehab
On Instagram like a mothafuckin' bean bag
through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nigga, beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't 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 this bum in the
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Turtles, nigga's runnin' 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 Miller and now you scrap
It was to go at Drizzy 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 back
And Barbie keep her thumb in butt
That Ken love gettin' fucked
Hide your niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from B-more to New York to Philly and
It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga y'all city look wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a to that
Now tell the how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a that don't rattle me
Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the the verse
I put that chaser logo on the back of your hearse
They say the meek shall the Earth
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you
And why you pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck with
And YG give you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on ass
And try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't come to L.A
I fuck around and catch an Uber to
I'm a drama king, and a sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is mixed with 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 Philly to L.A. and think he Prince
Sean got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma your ass, nigga
bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you 'cause she's kinda thick
And that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' around, get tied up inside Nicki 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
you up in boxes; 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 with "Summer Sixteen" in the
Lying on the Internet like you talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they off mail
I seen fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through and leave you in cells
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
and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy 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 sail
Meek Mill, me and gave you them two LLs

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When these start snitching, break 'em off!
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When these start snitching, break 'em off!

nigga! (Mumbles)
I got on gold headphones, chain
on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you getting money, boy, you lame

You rat bastard!