Luyện nghe bài hát All Birds

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

(Rick Ross)
I'm a in a Maserati
I'm a John got my own army
Worth 50 million and all on me
50 on my knowing yours phony
problem I had a nigga headshot him
Say the word on the street is my man got him
If I wasn't involved you wouldn't about him
I got Lears and all need Aaliyah problems
May she rest her soul I got a sleeping
All my CD's but the Visa's darker
Bastard child but I got fleet of
Double-M G this little thing of
it to the door motherfucker plea
Niggas laying on your crib while momma sleep
cooked meals for the real niggas
Hot tech 9 for you little
Wanna shoplift and boost this
We run the fucking nigga truth is
pants and my red bottoms
Talking bout 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 man it's all birds
and I ain't going back, I'ma ball

(French Montana)
Anything you you know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay millions while he getting sleep
Cars European come and see the
Went commercial and see us if you need the street
I'ma bring it home bet the bank
Sierra all up in the link
Bout to double up, Betha shit
Huddle up round table King shit
Shorty ass fat she can't stand
Spent your payment on my landscape
Niggas like the phantom doors
Hundred round drum sound like 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
damn near same price as dope now
(Hook)
No in the closet it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box all birds
No luggage in the man it's all birds
and I ain't going back, I'ma first