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, Lets go!

[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 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 with 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, im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be it home
but i keep a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, than marion jones
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
a couple fans having made the transition
but im still in the hood like a
no cat can match me, i'm fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked from here, all the way to
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy
shit this beat dun be the only clappin at me

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Wayne]
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons who they are
gotta pay off
Snitches know to see
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin getting weighed off
off the plates
Shake off the
Dad make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way hate me like I'm adolf,
But ya'll cant see me, Ray
I steal
probably take yours
because you off and I take off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I and see
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
I'm with them birds
without feeding them seeds creed you don't know about it,
clip how I go about it, full body,
hard body, I'm like 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 back, this is dame, but dame dont rap
shame on black, the game's so
dame sunk children
from in front of yo buildin straight to a million
bad pimpin, bad actin doggyy
limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down forty
pow thats a badder story, not in my
mess around, dame held def jam
my back, jackin and they left their pounds
red-neck found, tech tech
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot get down
it may petty,
but we all turn deadly
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 back, make them catch a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to 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
the city with the semi or the celly
on like i'm starving my wheels

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