Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, Worldstar
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 call
Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf
I'm dealing some shit that really don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if you get a fucking wrong
I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can on
Finding me a I can swerve on
Frank Thomas homie, about to put the on
Your bitch a light in bed, she turned on
Throw some weed, her burn one

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

Yea, I used to give a about success
Now I just want to see Mila undress
Hope she down for buttsex, it be a cum fest
Sorry some shit I had to confess
ass bitch 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 wet pack, bitch come and give me that
You we want to know where them titties at
Got 'em gassed, be asking what I'm cooking with
Have your little brother asking moms where the is
Corruption, at the function
girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion
Pay attention, you gon' something
that weed up, burn one

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