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

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

[JR (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, smugglers, stugglers
bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, Flip that 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 still be where the weed flip, and the with the trees lit
so water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead
they dont know, like im trying to her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
next minute, im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats to bone
and run through a lap, faster than marion
man listen, i still got grams flippin tan pitchen,
to the damn kitchen
gained a couple having made 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 from here, all the way to
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)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons who they 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 make all the kit kat
I lay off the way ya'll hate me like I'm adolf,
But ya'll see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll take yours
because you peel off and I off
Give me no space whatever I I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
Bitch nigga don't on the weed
I'm fucking them birds
without feeding them seeds that's creed you know about it,
full how I go about it, full body,
hard body, I'm like got it yet

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SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In school you was the man homie
thats what a fan told me
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, is dame, but dame dont rap
on black, the game's so whack
dame sunk some
from in front of yo 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 a badder story, not in my category
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 get down
it may petty,
but we all turn mean
for green-fetti,
my team ready

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[JR
this ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the cats
flippin all the harder back, make them catch a attack
when you see the narcs attack know, start to clap, clap ,clap
but with 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 semi or the
on skinnies like i'm my wheels

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