Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

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

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

If the cops are comin, get to hop n
Quick and that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
Put away that 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, to skeet on her beady lips
down low , like im trying to her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats known to
and run through a lap, faster than marion
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple fans had to make a
but im still in the hood 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 keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just taffy
this beater be the only thing clappin 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
'cause I get it on my day off, aint like getting weighed off
off the plates
Shake off the
bag make all the cake yeah
I lay off the way yall hate me like Im adolf,
But yall see me, Ray Charles
I whores
Ill probably take
you peel off and I take off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I bleed and
Bitch nigga dont breathe on the
Im fucking with birds
without them seeds thats creed you dont know about it,
full how I go about it, full body,
body, Im like yall got 'em yeah

(Hook)

(Spoken) Killa, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high you was the man homie
thats what a fan told me
same old cat, get his clapped
brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
Dame sucks for
from in front of yo buildin strike to a million
dead pimpin, dead act up doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they froggy
tell em back up off me, i come 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 hand
red-neck foul, tech tech
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot lets get
down, it may petty,
but we all turn deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole ready

(Hook)

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

(Hook)