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

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

[JR (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers,
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 youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us know the word
Clap........thats the

[JR
i still be where the flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just them sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to on her bead lips
dont know, like im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats to bone
and run through a lap, faster than marion
man listen, i still got them grams tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
gained a couple having made the transition
but im still in the hood a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, its just laffy taffy
shit this beat dun be the thing clappin at me

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R 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, nuttin like getting 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 cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal
I'll probably yours
because you off and I take off
Give me no space whatever I I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
Bitch don't breathe on the weed
I'm with them birds
without feeding 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 school you was the man homie
thats a fan told me shiiiit
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains blown back, this is dame, but dame rap
shame on black, the so whack
dame sunk some
in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad doggyy
getcha on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em up off me, i come down clappin forty
pow thats a story, not in my category
around, dame held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and left their pounds
found, tech tech pound
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
lets get down
it may petty,
but we all turn deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole team

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

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