Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, Worldstar
Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your car
You a rapper, of course, never heard y'all
I just spit a punchline, so now I need a bird
Hit your sister in the with a Nerf Ball
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 that you can on
me a bitch I can swerve on
Frank homie, about to put the hurt on
Your bitch a light in bed, she turned on
some weed, tell her burn one

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

Yea, I used to a fuck about success
Now I just to see Mila Kunis undress
she down for buttsex, it will be a cum fest
Sorry that's some 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 some pussy, I'mma in
Got that wet pack, bitch and give me that
You know we want to know them titties at
Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm with
Have little brother asking moms where the pussy is
Corruption, at the function
Your girl smell like Sour Cream & Onion
Pay attention, you learn something
that weed up, burn one

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