Luyện nghe bài hát All Birds

(Intro - Ross)
Walk a real nigga
made millionaire
What more you ask for?

(Rick Ross)
I'm a kamikaze in a
I'm a John Gotti got my own
Worth 50 and it's all on me
50 on my Rolly knowing phony
problem I had a nigga headshot him
Say the on the street is that my man got him
If I involved you wouldn't hear about him
I got Lears and all don't need problems
May she rest her soul I got a sleeping
All my CD's gold but the Visa's
Bastard but I got fleet of cars
Double-M G this thing of ours
Take it to the motherfucker plea
Niggas laying on your while your momma sleep
Home cooked meals for the niggas
Hot tech 9 for you little
Wanna shoplift come and this
We run the fucking game nigga is
Cargo and my red bottoms
Talking bout birds you the boy got em
(Hook)
No clothes in the it's all birds
No sneakers in the box it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk man it's all
and I ain't going back, ball first

(French Montana)
Anything you you know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay making while he getting sleep
European come and see the fleet
Went come and see us if you need the street
I'ma bring it home bet the bank
Sierra all up in the link
to double up, Mason Betha shit
Huddle up round table Arthur shit
Shorty ass fat she can't stand
Spent your payment on my landscape
Niggas sideways like the doors
Hundred round drum sound round of applause
than a can of grease
Paid the state and the ice a grand a piece
Coke boy I be 30 for a now
Coke damn same price as dope now
(Hook)
No clothes in the closet it's all
No sneakers in the box it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk man all birds
and I ain't going back, ball first