Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

(Spoken)
Yo J.R?, been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking.
you you up mother fucka Dipset, Lets go! Writer

[JR (Hook)
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers,
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot
Whats the y'all, Flip that herb raw
Clap....... the bird-call

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no youngin
Put that herb raw, let us know the word or
Clap........thats the

[JR
i still be the weed flip, and the P's with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving sea sick
but i ski in my V6, trying to skeet on her lips
down low , like im to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
next minute, im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats known to
and run through a lap, faster than jones
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
to the damn kitchen
gained a couple fans had to make a
but im still in the like a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm passin fastly who as nasty
i got it locked here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, its just laffy taffy
shit this be the only thing clappin at me

(Hook)

[Lil'
(Spoken) Yeah, I'm now)
Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they are
Niggas pay off
Snitches know to see
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin getting weighed off
Scrape off the
Shake off the
bag make all the cake yeah
I gotta lay off the way yall hate me Im adolf,
But yall cant see me, Ray
I whores
Ill take yours
you peel off and I take off
Give me no space I want I takes,
I need I bleed and succeed
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
Im fucking with them
without feeding them seeds creed you dont know about it,
clip how I go about it, full body,
hard body, Im yall got 'em yeah

(Hook)

(Spoken) Killa, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high school you was the man
what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
sucks for children
from in front of yo buildin to a hudred million
dead pimpin pimpin, act up doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin
tell em back up off me, i come down forty
cal thats a badder story, a mack in my
mess around, dame def jam down
so pardon my back, jacking in left hand pound
red-neck foul, tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot get down
down, it may petty,
but we all turn mean
for green-fetti,
my whole team

(Hook)

[JR
this ain't bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the hard in back, make them catch a attack
when you see the attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap (I'm outta here)
a star a deal, your paw be on chill
the car is DeVille, is ill
pardon the its foreign in my nillz
Cruise the with the semi all silly
on like i'm starving my wheels

(Hook)