Luyện nghe bài hát Pest Control

All rats gotta die
In New York, Quad Studios, high though
Off that sour diesel and hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go
Welcome to the West, and this ain'tThe of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I "Dreams" in '05 though
around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody spirals
Dressed in all black like the
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly 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, Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them sticks
nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The nigga Hov gave you the game, you soak it
You was s'posed to 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, push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, runnin' with a rat
Now Tak 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into
You jumped 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., put them Bs on your back
And keep 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 some
Now you can pop a to that!
I went from B-more to New York to and back
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 world how you got your
You Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' 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 his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, this old Cassidy
another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
The louder scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dick chaser on the back of your hearse
They say the meek shall inherit the
So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy you first
And why you tryna pick on
You told me that you don't fuck with
And YG can't 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 fuck around and catch an to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who
One song, but you ain't got a classic yet
Bought your album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh
Sean Kingston got and now you niggas best friends
Fat Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get some clippers and cut your mustache, nigga
Fuck your sister while you 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bitch a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky
You gon' around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like
Waiting for the word to pump it up, Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are
Fold you up in Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
night, use that 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 like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door, like dropping off mail
I seen that paperwork on XXL
Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in
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 went and got E-40, 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 with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and gave you them two LLs

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