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 fucka Dipset, Lets go!

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

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop that onion, 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 sea sick
but i ski in my V6, trying to skeet on her lips
down low , like im trying to her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
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 marion jones
man listen, i still got them 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, its just laffy taffy
shit this be the only thing clappin at me

(Hook)

Wayne]
(Spoken) Yeah, I'm now)
Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they are
Niggas pay off
know to see yall
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, nuttin like getting weighed off
off the plates
Shake off the
bag daddy make all the yeah
I gotta lay off the way yall hate me Im adolf,
But yall cant see me, Ray
I whores
Ill probably take
because you peel off and I off
me no space whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I and succeed
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
Im fucking with them
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
thats what a fan me shiiiit
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains back, dissin' Dame, but Dame dont rap
shame on black, the game's so
Dame sucks for
from in front of yo buildin to a hudred million
dead pimpin pimpin, act up doggyy
limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i down 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 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 team

(Hook)

[JR
this ain't only and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the hard in back, make them catch a attack
you see the narcs attack 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 in my nillz
Cruise the city with the semi all
on skinnies like i'm my wheels

(Hook)