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

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

[JR (CHORUS)
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 cops are comin, get to hop n
Quick and drop that onion, no stoppin youngin
Put away that raw, let us know the word whore
Clap........thats the

[JR
i be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her lips
they dont know, im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me
minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats known to
and run through a lap, faster than marion
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple fans having the transition
but im in the hood like 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 beat dun be the only thing at me

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Wayne]
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who are
gotta pay off
Snitches to see yall
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 cant see me, Ray
I steal
I'll probably yours
because you peel off and I off
Give me no space I want I takes,
whatever I need I and see
Bitch don't breathe on the weed
I'm with them birds
without feeding them seeds that's creed you don't know it,
full clip how I go it, full body,
body, I'm like ya'll got it yet

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SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In school you was the man homie
thats what a fan me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, this is dame, but dont rap
on black, the game's so whack
dame sunk some
from in of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if actin froggy
em back up off me, i come down clappin forty
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 duck goose, pump shoot,
lets get down
it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole ready

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

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