Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

I'm chilling for an hour, weed, watching Worldstar
Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your car
You ain't a rapper, of course, heard y'all
I spit a punchline, so now I need a bird call
Hit your sister in the face a Nerf Ball
I'm dealing some shit that really don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if you get a fucking word
I'm wavy, get me some shit you can surf on
me a bitch I can swerve on
Frank homie, about to put the hurt on
Your bitch a light in bed, she turned on
Throw some weed, tell her one

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

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

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