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
the word y'all, Flip that herb raw
Clap....... the bird-call

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

[JR
i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her lips
they dont know, im trying to keep 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, than marion jones
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
gained a fans 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 from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just taffy
shit this beat dun be the only clappin at me

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[Lil'
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 getting off
off the plates
Shake off the
Dad make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me I'm adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal
probably take yours
because you off and I take off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
I need I bleed and see
Bitch don't breathe on the weed
I'm fucking with them
without feeding them seeds that's creed you know about it,
full clip how I go 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 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 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 down clappin forty
pow a badder story, not in my category
mess around, dame def jam down
my back, jackin and they left their 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 ready

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[JR
ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the harder back, them catch a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack lemme know, 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
the city with the semi or the celly
on like i'm starving my wheels

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