Luyện nghe bài hát All Birds

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

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

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