Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

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

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

If the cops are comin, get to hop n
and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us know the 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 beady
down low , like im 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 marion
man listen, i still got grams flippin tan pitchen,
to the damn 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 fastly who half as
i got it locked here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, its just laffy taffy
shit this beater be the only thing at me

(Hook)

Wayne]
(Spoken) Yeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who are
Niggas pay off
Snitches to see yall
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like getting off
Scrape off the
Shake off the
bag daddy make all the yeah
I gotta lay off the way yall hate me Im adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal
Ill probably 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 fucking with them
without feeding them seeds thats creed you dont know it,
full clip how I go about it, body,
hard body, Im like got 'em yeah

(Hook)

(Spoken) Killa, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In school you was the man homie
what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but dont rap
on black, the game's so whack
Dame for children
from in of yo buildin strike to a hudred million
dead pimpin pimpin, act up doggyy
limp on pimpin, if they 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 my back, jacking in that left hand pound
foul, tech tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
lets get down
down, it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole team

(Hook)

[JR
ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the hard in back, make them a heart attack
when you see the attack lemme 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 grill its foreign in my
the city with the semi all silly
on skinnies like i'm starving my

(Hook)