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

(Spoken)
Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've 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, no stoppin youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us the word whore
Clap........thats the

[JR
i still be where the weed flip, and the peas the trees 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 trying to keep her a
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 through a lap, faster than marion
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
gained a couple fans made the transition
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 a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffy
shit this dun be the only thing clappin at me

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Wayne]
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they are
Niggas pay off
Snitches to see yall
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint like getting weighed off
Scrape off the
off the flakes
Dad daddy all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me I'm adolf,
But ya'll see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll probably yours
because you peel off and I off
Give me no space I want I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
Bitch nigga don't on the weed
I'm fucking with them
without them seeds that's creed you don't know about it,
full how I go about it, full 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 clapped
brains blown back, this is dame, but dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
dame sunk children
from in front of yo buildin straight to a million
bad pimpin, bad actin doggyy
getcha on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i down clappin forty
pow thats a badder story, not in my
around, dame held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left their
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 team ready

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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 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 with the semi or the celly
on like i'm starving my wheels

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