Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

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

[JR (Hook)
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers,
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 away that 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 leaving them sea sick
but i ski in my V6, trying to on her beady lips
low , like im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it
but i always a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, faster marion jones
man listen, i still got them flippin tan pitchen,
to the damn kitchen
gained a couple had to make a transition
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, 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
Niggas pay off
Snitches to see yall
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint like getting weighed off
Scrape off the
Shake off the
bag make all the cake yeah
I gotta lay off the way yall me like Im adolf,
But yall see me, Ray Charles
I steal
Ill take yours
you peel off and I take off
Give me no space whatever I I takes,
whatever I I bleed and succeed
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
Im fucking with birds
without feeding them seeds creed you dont know about it,
clip how I go about it, full body,
hard body, Im like yall got 'em

(Hook)

(Spoken) Killa, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high you was the man homie
what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
blown back, dissin' Dame, but Dame dont rap
shame on black, the game's so
sucks for children
from in of yo buildin strike to a hudred million
dead pimpin pimpin, act up doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down 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 pound
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot get down
down, it may petty,
but we all turn mean
for green-fetti,
my whole ready

(Hook)

[JR
this only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
all the hard in back, make them catch a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to 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 with the semi all silly
on skinnies i'm starving my wheels

(Hook)