Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All gotta die though
In New York, Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that
nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this Life of Pablo
Stay on that it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the
And when we down everybody catchin' spirals
in all black 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!
Niggas ain't got the for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in

Yeah, take back to rehab
On Instagram like a mothafuckin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them sticks
Punk-ass nigga, beat you with 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
a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't
It was to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the
You gotta move out of L.A., put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in your
That Ken doll love fucked
Hide behind niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some
Now you can pop a to that!
I from 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 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 tell the world how you got your
You Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
You shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' me's a tragedy
The your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your
say the meek shall inherit the Earth
So I went and dug ass up, 'cause 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 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to whine to the
You not the Rams, come back to L.A
I fuck around and an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper a K
Nigga, is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One good song, but you got a classic yet
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Prince
Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass,
Jelly bean smugglin' nigga
I'll get some and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause kinda thick
And make that bitch take a knee, like Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside house
I got esés on Beaumont, like Cousins
Waiting for the word to it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, are stuck
you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, tucked
Night night, use pillow like a silencer, from 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 to twelve
Got the at my door, like they dropping off mail
I that fake paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in
Before you see me in jail, you see me in hell
You and got the whole 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, Ice Cube back
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 with a you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and gave you them two LLs

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

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

You rat bastard!