Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

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

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

If the cops are comin, get to hop n
Quick and drop that onion, no stoppin youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us the word or
Clap........thats the

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)