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

(Spoken)
Yo J.R?, been 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 word y'all, Flip herb raw
Clap....... thats the

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

[JR
i still be where the flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so much in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead
they know, like 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 through a lap, than marion jones
man listen, i still got them flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple having made 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 from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its 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 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, nuttin like getting weighed off
Scrape off the
off the flakes
Dad make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll me like I'm adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll probably take
because you peel off and I off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
I need I bleed and see
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
I'm with them birds
feeding them seeds that's 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 high you was the man homie
thats what a fan me shiiiit
same old cat, get his clapped
blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
dame sunk children
in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin
em back up off me, i come down clappin forty
pow a badder story, not in my category
mess around, dame def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left pounds
found, tech tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot lets get
it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
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 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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