Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

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

[JR (Hook)
To all my hustlers, smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot
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, ain't no stoppin
Put that herb raw, let us know the word or
Clap........thats the

[JR
i still be where the 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 on her beady lips
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 always keep a straggler, known to bone
and run through a lap, faster than jones
man listen, i still got them flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple fans had to make a
but im in the hood like a transmission
no cat can me, i'm passin fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffy
this 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 to see yall
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like weighed off
Scrape off the
off the fakes
bag make all the cake yeah
I gotta lay off the way yall me like Im adolf,
But yall cant see me, Ray
I whores
Ill take yours
because you off and I take off
Give me no space I want I takes,
whatever I need I and succeed
Bitch dont breathe on the weed
Im with them birds
feeding them seeds thats creed you dont know about it,
full 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, Dame, but Dame dont 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 on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em up off me, i come down clappin forty
cal thats a badder story, a mack in my
mess around, dame held def jam
so my back, jacking in that left hand pound
red-neck foul, tech tech
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot get down
down, it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole ready

(Hook)

[JR
this ain't only bars and tracks, is for the hardest cats
flippin all the hard in back, make catch a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack know, start to clap, clap ,clap (I'm outta here)
a star with a deal, 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 skinnies i'm starving my wheels

(Hook)