Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

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

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

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

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

(Hook)

[Lil'
(Spoken) Yeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who 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 yeah
I gotta lay off the way hate me like Im adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal
Ill probably take
because you peel off and I off
Give me no space I want I takes,
whatever I need I bleed and
nigga dont breathe on the weed
Im fucking with birds
without feeding them seeds thats creed you dont 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 school you was the man homie
thats a fan told me shiiiit
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but Dame rap
on black, the game's so whack
Dame sucks for
from in front of yo buildin to a hudred million
pimpin pimpin, dead act up doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin
tell em back up off me, i down clappin forty
cal thats a badder story, a in my category
mess around, dame def jam down
so pardon my back, jacking in that left hand
red-neck foul, tech tech
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
lets get down
down, it may petty,
but we all turn deadly
for green-fetti,
my team ready

(Hook)

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

(Hook)