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, 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 with some shit that don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if you get a fucking wrong
I'm wavy, get me some shit you can surf on
me a bitch I can swerve on
Frank homie, about to put the hurt on
bitch a night light in bed, she turned on
Throw some weed, her burn one

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

Yea, I used to give a about success
Now I just want to see Kunis undress
Hope she down for buttsex, it be a cum fest
Sorry that's some shit I had to
Crazy ass bitch 911 threats
Came in the game smoking Hundreds
Now I'm at the top and the fit
on my outfit
Surrounded by pussy, I'mma drown in
Got that wet pack, come and give me that
You know we want to know where 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 gon' something
that weed up, burn one

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