Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

I'm for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar
in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car
You ain't a rapper, of course, never heard
I just spit a punchline, so now I need a call
Hit your sister in the face with a Ball
I'm with some shit that really don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if you get a fucking wrong
I'm wavy, get me some that you can surf on
Finding me a bitch I can on
Frank Thomas homie, about to put the on
bitch a night light in bed, she turned on
Throw some weed, tell her one

one, burn one, burn one, burn one
Burn one, one, burn one, burn one

Yea, I to give a fuck about success
Now I just to see Mila Kunis undress
Hope she for buttsex, it will be a cum fest
Sorry that's shit I had to confess
Crazy ass doing 911 threats
Came in the game smoking Newport
Now I'm at the top and the fit
Gold on my
by some pussy, I'mma drown in
Got that wet pack, bitch and give me that
You know we want to know where them at
Got 'em gassed, they be what I'm cooking with
Have your little brother moms where the pussy is
Corruption, stuntin' at the
girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion
Pay attention, you gon' something
Roll that up, burn one

Burn one, one, burn one, burn one
Burn one, burn one, burn one, one