Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call .J.R. Writer

(Spoken)
Yo J.R?, they've waitin' for you dog. they've been asking.
you ready? Dipset, Lets go!

[JR (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers,
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot
Whats the word y'all, Flip 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 herb raw, let us know the word whore
Clap........thats the

[JR
i still be where the weed flip, and the with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving sea sick
but its me in my V6, to skeet on her bead lips
they dont know, like im trying to her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it
but i always keep a straggler, thats known to
and run through a lap, faster than jones
man listen, i still got them flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple having made the 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 from here, all the way to
but keep a mac for scrapping, its just laffy taffy
shit this dun be the only thing clappin at me

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R know who they are
Niggas pay off
Snitches know to see
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like weighed off
off the plates
Shake off the
Dad daddy all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll me like I'm adolf,
But ya'll see me, Ray Charles
I steal
I'll take yours
you peel off and I take off
Give me no space whatever I I takes,
whatever I need I and see
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
I'm fucking with them
without feeding them seeds that's creed you don't know it,
clip how I go about it, full body,
hard body, I'm ya'll got it yet

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SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high you was the man homie
thats what a fan told me
same old cat, get his clapped
brains blown back, is dame, but dame dont rap
on black, the game's so whack
dame sunk children
from in of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad doggyy
limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down clappin
pow thats a story, not in my category
mess around, dame held def jam
supporting my back, jackin and they their pounds
red-neck found, tech pound
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot get down
it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my team ready

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[JR
ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the harder back, them catch a heart attack
when you see the narcs lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap
but start with he deals, your pa be on
the car is DeVille, is ill
heart in the its far in my mills
Cruise the with the semi or the celly
on like i'm starving my wheels

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