Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

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

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

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

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