Luyện nghe bài hát All Birds

(Intro - Ross)
Walk with a real
Self millionaire
What could you ask for?

(Rick Ross)
I'm a kamikaze in a
I'm a John got my own army
Worth 50 and it's all on me
50 on my Rolly yours phony
Last problem I had a nigga him
Say the word on the is that my man got him
If I wasn't you wouldn't hear about him
I got Lears and all don't Aaliyah problems
May she rest her soul I got a sleeping
All my CD's gold but the darker
child but I got fleet of cars
Double-M G this little of ours
Take it to the door motherfucker
Niggas laying on your crib while your momma
Home cooked meals for the real
Hot 9 for you little niggas
Wanna shoplift and boost this
We run the fucking nigga truth is
Cargo and my red bottoms
bout birds you know the boy got em
(Hook)
No clothes in the closet all birds
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

(French Montana)
Anything you you know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay making millions while he sleep
Cars European and see the fleet
Went commercial and see us if you need the street
I'ma it home nigga bet the bank
Sierra all up in the link
Bout to double up, Mason shit
Huddle up round table King shit
Shorty ass fat she can't straight
Spent down payment on my landscape
Niggas like the phantom doors
Hundred round drum sound round of applause
Slicker than a can of
Paid the state and the ice a hundred grand a
Coke boy I be 30 for a now
Coke damn near same as dope now
(Hook)
No clothes in the it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box it's all
No luggage in the trunk man it's all
and I ain't back, I'ma ball first