Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

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

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

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

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

(Hook)

[Lil'
(Spoken) Yeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R know who they are
gotta pay off
Snitches know to see
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, nuttin like getting weighed off
off the plates
Shake off the
bag daddy make all the cake
I gotta lay off the way hate me like Im adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I whores
Ill probably take
you peel off and I take off
Give me no space whatever I I takes,
whatever I need I and succeed
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
Im fucking with birds
without feeding them seeds creed you dont know about it,
full clip how I go 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
thats what a fan told me
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but dont rap
shame on black, the game's so
Dame for children
from in front of yo buildin strike to a million
pimpin pimpin, dead act up doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if actin froggy
tell em up off me, i come down clappin forty
cal thats a story, a mack in my category
mess around, dame def jam down
so pardon my back, jacking in that left pound
foul, tech tech pound
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
lets get down
down, it may petty,
but we all turn deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole team

(Hook)

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

(Hook)