Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

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

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

Yea, I used to give a fuck success
Now I just want to see Mila undress
Hope she down for buttsex, it be a cum fest
Sorry that's some shit I had to
Crazy ass doing 911 threats
Came in the smoking Newport 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 come and give me
You we want to know where them titties at
Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking
your little brother asking moms where the pussy is
Corruption, stuntin' at the
Your girl pussy smell like Sour & Onion
Pay attention, you gon' learn
Roll that weed up, one

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