Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

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

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

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

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