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, smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot
Whats the y'all, Flip that herb raw
Clap....... the bird-call

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
Put away herb 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 water in the order, its just leaving them sea
but i ski in my V6, trying to on her beady lips
down low , like im trying to keep her a
act wrong, chrome, me dome
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it
but i always keep a straggler, 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 hood a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm passin 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 beater be the only clappin at me

(Hook)

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)

[JR
this only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the in back, make them catch a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack lemme know, to clap, clap ,clap (I'm outta here)
a star with a deal, paw be on chill
the car is DeVille, is ill
pardon the its foreign in my nillz
Cruise the city the semi all silly
on skinnies like i'm my wheels

(Hook)