Luyện nghe bài hát All Birds

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

(Rick Ross)
I'm a in a Maserati
I'm a Gotti got my own army
Worth 50 million and all on me
50 on my Rolly knowing phony
Last I had a nigga headshot him
Say the on the street is that my man got him
If I wasn't involved you hear about him
I got Lears and all don't Aaliyah problems
May she rest her soul I got a problem
All my gold but the Visa's darker
Bastard child but I got fleet of
Double-M G this little of ours
Take it to the door plea
Niggas on your crib while your momma sleep
Home cooked for the real niggas
Hot tech 9 for you little
Wanna shoplift come and this
We run the fucking nigga truth is
Cargo pants and my red
Talking bout birds you the boy got em
(Hook)
No in the closet it's all birds
No in the sneaker 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 need you I get it cheap
My Rozay making millions while he getting sleep
Cars come and see the fleet
Went commercial and see us if you need the street
I'ma it home nigga bet the bank
Leone all up in the link
Bout to up, Mason Betha shit
Huddle up table King Arthur shit
Shorty ass fat she can't stand
Spent your down on my landscape
Niggas like the phantom doors
Hundred round drum sound round of applause
Slicker a can of grease
Paid the state and the ice a hundred a piece
boy I be 30 for a show now
Coke damn near price as dope now
(Hook)
No clothes in the closet all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box it's all
No in the trunk man it's all birds
and I ain't back, I'ma ball first