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

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

[JR (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, Flip herb raw
Clap....... the bird-call

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin
Put that herb raw, let us know the word whore
Clap........thats the

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

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Wayne]
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 daddy all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me I'm adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll probably yours
because you off and I take off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I and see
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
I'm fucking them birds
without feeding them seeds creed you don't know about it,
full clip how I go about it, 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
what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his clapped
brains blown back, this is dame, but dont rap
on black, the game's so whack
dame some children
from in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred
bad pimpin, bad actin doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down clappin
pow thats a badder story, not in my
mess around, held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left pounds
red-neck found, tech pound
duck duck goose, 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 ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the cats
flippin all the harder back, them catch a heart attack
you see the narcs attack 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 its far in my mills
Cruise the city with the or the celly
on skinnies i'm starving my wheels

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