Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

(Spoken)
Yo J.R?, they've been for you dog. they've 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 y'all, Flip 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 still be where the weed flip, and the P's with the lit
so much water in the order, its leaving them sea sick
but i ski in my V6, to skeet on her beady lips
down low , like im trying to keep her a
act wrong, chrome, me dome
minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i keep a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, than marion jones
man listen, i still got grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
gained a couple fans had to make a
but im still in the 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 keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just taffy
shit this beater be the only thing at me

(Hook)

[Lil'
(Spoken) Yeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons who they are
Niggas pay off
Snitches know to see
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, nuttin like getting weighed off
Scrape off the
Shake off the
bag daddy make all the cake
I gotta lay off the way yall hate me Im adolf,
But yall cant see me, Ray
I whores
Ill probably take
you peel off and I take off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
I need I bleed and succeed
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
Im fucking them birds
without feeding seeds thats creed you dont know about it,
full clip how I go it, full body,
body, Im like yall 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 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, dead act up
limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come clappin forty
cal a badder story, a mack in my category
mess around, dame held def jam
so my back, jacking in that left hand pound
foul, tech tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot lets get
down, it may petty,
but we all turn deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole team

(Hook)

[JR
this ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest
flippin all the hard in back, make them catch a heart
when you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to 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 my wheels

(Hook)