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

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

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

If the cops are comin, get to hop n
Quick and drop that onion, 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 peas with the lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to on her bead lips
they dont know, like im to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, shit im finished, be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats to bone
and run a lap, faster than marion jones
man listen, i still got them grams tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
gained a couple fans having made the
but im still in the hood a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm passin fastly who half as
i got it from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its laffy taffy
this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they are
Niggas pay off
know to see yall
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like weighed off
Scrape off the
Shake off the
Dad make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll me like I'm adolf,
But ya'll cant see me, Ray
I whores
I'll probably yours
because you off and I take off
me no space whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I and see
Bitch nigga don't on the weed
I'm fucking with birds
without feeding them that's creed you don't know about it,
full clip how I go about it, 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 a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, this is dame, but dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
sunk some children
from in front of yo buildin straight to a million
bad pimpin, bad actin doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin
tell em back up off me, i down clappin forty
pow thats a story, not in my category
mess around, dame def jam down
my back, jackin and they left their pounds
red-neck found, tech tech
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot lets get
it may petty,
but we all turn mean
for green-fetti,
my whole team

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[JR
this only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
all the harder back, make them catch a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack know, start to clap, clap ,clap
but start he deals, your pa be on chill
the car is DeVille, is ill
in the grill its far in my mills
Cruise the city the semi or the celly
on skinnies like i'm starving my

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