Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

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

Yeah, Beans back to rehab
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 you the game, you ain't soak it
You was to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three
a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' Wack
You Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
It was to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the
You gotta out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll love fucked
Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on nuts
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of at stake, this nigga really a rat
I with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look wack
And on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to
Now tell the how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while was fuckin' a chick
You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that rattle me
Lil' homie won't with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, with me's a tragedy
The louder scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser logo on the back of hearse
They say the shall inherit the Earth
So I and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fuck with
And YG can't 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 back 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 2Pac with the old Guwop
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 to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best
Fat sloppy Twinkie ass nigga
You got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass
I'll get some and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's 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 not fuck with Chuck, pawns 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 with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you ain't to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like they off mail
I seen that paperwork on XXL
Rat chew through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, just me by myself
I have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
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
I'ma see you in the streets, at me
You like a boat with a hole you can't
Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

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