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 a rapper, of course, never heard y'all
I just 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 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 night light in bed, she on
some weed, tell her burn one

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

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

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