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

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

[JR (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, smugglers, stugglers
bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, that herb raw
Clap....... thats the

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 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, to skeet on her bead lips
they dont know, im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, shit im finished, be flaggin it home
but i keep a straggler, thats known to bone
and run a lap, faster than marion jones
man listen, i still got grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple fans having made the
but im still in the hood 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 just laffy
shit this beat dun be the only thing at me

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Wayne]
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who 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 nuttin getting weighed off
Scrape off the
Shake off the
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 steal
I'll probably yours
you peel off and I take off
Give me no space whatever I I takes,
whatever I need I and see
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
I'm fucking them birds
without feeding them seeds that's creed you don't know it,
full clip how I go it, full body,
hard body, I'm like got it yet

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SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high school you was the man
thats what a fan told me
same old cat, get his Kangol
blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap
shame on black, the game's so
dame some children
from in front of yo straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin, bad actin doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they froggy
tell em back up off me, i down clappin forty
pow thats a story, not in my category
around, dame held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left their
found, tech tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot lets get
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, this is for the hardest
flippin all the back, make them catch a heart attack
you see the narcs attack lemme know, start 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 with the semi or the celly
on skinnies like i'm my wheels

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