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, smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, pot jugglers
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 that raw, let us know the word 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 on her beady lips
down low , im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
next minute, shit im finished, be flaggin it home
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 kitchen
gained a couple fans had to a transition
but im in the hood like a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked from here, all the way to
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its laffy taffy
shit this beater be the thing clappin at me

(Hook)

[Lil'
(Spoken) Yeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R know who they are
gotta pay off
Snitches know to see
If on the radar, Im at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint like getting weighed off
Scrape off the
off the fakes
bag daddy make all the cake
I gotta lay off the way yall me like Im adolf,
But yall cant see me, Ray
I whores
Ill probably take
because you peel off and I off
Give me no space I want I takes,
whatever I I bleed and succeed
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
Im fucking with birds
feeding them seeds thats creed you dont know about it,
full clip how I go about it, body,
hard body, Im yall got 'em yeah

(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
on black, the game's so whack
Dame for children
in front 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 down clappin forty
cal thats a story, a mack in my category
mess around, dame held def jam
so pardon my back, jacking in left hand pound
red-neck foul, tech tech
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
lets get down
down, it may petty,
but we all turn mean
for green-fetti,
my team ready

(Hook)

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

(Hook)