Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

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

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

Yea, I used to give a about 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 smoking 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 where them titties at
Got 'em gassed, they be asking I'm cooking with
Have your brother asking moms where the pussy is
Corruption, stuntin' at the
girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion
Pay attention, you learn something
that weed up, burn one

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