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 a rapper, of course, never heard y'all
I just spit a punchline, so now I need a call
Hit your sister in the with a Nerf Ball
I'm dealing with some shit that really don't y'all
Punch a fan if you get a fucking word
I'm wavy, get me some that you can surf on
Finding me a bitch I can on
Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on
Your bitch a night light in bed, she on
Throw weed, tell her burn one

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

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

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