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 Dipset, Lets go! Writer

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

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us 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 skeet on her beady
down low , like im trying to her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it
but i keep a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, faster than jones
man listen, i still got them grams tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
gained a couple fans had to a transition
but im still in the like a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm 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 laffy taffy
shit this be the only thing clappin at me

(Hook)

Wayne]
(Spoken) Yeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons who they are
gotta pay off
Snitches to see yall
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like weighed off
Scrape off the
off the fakes
bag make all the cake yeah
I gotta lay off the way hate me like Im adolf,
But yall see me, Ray Charles
I whores
Ill take yours
because you off and I take off
Give me no space I want I takes,
whatever I need I bleed and
Bitch nigga dont on the weed
Im with them birds
without feeding them seeds creed you dont know about it,
full clip how I go it, full body,
hard body, Im like yall got 'em

(Hook)

(Spoken) Killa, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high school you was the man
thats what a fan told me
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
Dame for children
from in front of yo buildin strike to a million
dead pimpin pimpin, act up doggyy
getcha on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down clappin
cal thats a badder story, a mack in my
mess around, dame def jam down
so pardon my back, jacking in that hand pound
foul, tech tech pound
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 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 star a deal, your paw be on chill
the car is DeVille, is ill
pardon the grill its in my nillz
Cruise the city the semi all silly
on like i'm starving my wheels

(Hook)