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, smugglers, stugglers
bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, Flip that raw
Clap....... thats the

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

[JR
i still be where the weed flip, and the P's the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea
but i ski in my V6, trying to skeet on her lips
low , like im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats to bone
and run through a lap, faster marion jones
man listen, i still got grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple fans had to make a
but im still in the hood like a
no cat can match me, i'm passin who half as nasty
i got it from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy
shit this beater be the only thing 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
I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like getting weighed off
Scrape off the
off the fakes
bag daddy all the cake yeah
I gotta lay off the way yall hate me Im adolf,
But yall see me, Ray Charles
I whores
Ill probably take
because you peel off and I off
Give me no space whatever I I takes,
I need I bleed and succeed
Bitch dont breathe on the weed
Im with them birds
without feeding them seeds thats creed you dont about it,
full clip how I go about it, body,
body, Im like yall got 'em yeah

(Hook)

(Spoken) Killa, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In school you was the man homie
thats what a fan told me
same old cat, get his clapped
brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but Dame rap
shame on black, the game's so
Dame sucks for
in front of yo buildin strike to a hudred million
dead pimpin pimpin, dead act up
limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down clappin
cal a badder story, a mack in my category
around, dame held def jam down
so pardon my back, jacking in that left hand
foul, tech tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot get down
down, it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole team

(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 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
pardon the grill its foreign in my
Cruise the city with the semi all
on skinnies like i'm starving my

(Hook)