Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

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

Burn one, 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 Kunis undress
Hope she for buttsex, it will be a cum fest
Sorry that's some I had to confess
Crazy ass doing 911 threats
Came in the game Newport Hundreds
Now I'm at the top and the fit
Gold on my
Surrounded by some pussy, I'mma in
Got that wet pack, bitch and give me that
You know we want to know where titties at
Got 'em gassed, they be what I'm cooking with
your little brother asking moms where the pussy is
Corruption, stuntin' at the
Your girl pussy smell Sour Cream & Onion
Pay attention, you gon' learn
Roll that up, burn one

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