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
bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, Flip that raw
Clap....... the bird-call

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop that onion, no stoppin youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us the word whore
Clap........thats the

[JR
i be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her lips
they dont know, like im trying to 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 jones
man listen, i still got them flippin tan pitchen,
to the damn kitchen
gained a couple fans having the transition
but im in the hood like a transmission
no cat can me, i'm passin fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked from here, all the way to
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its laffy taffy
this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who are
gotta pay off
Snitches to see yall
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like 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 cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal
I'll probably yours
you peel 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 with them birds
feeding them seeds that's creed you don't 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
brains blown back, this is dame, but dame rap
shame on black, the so whack
dame some children
from in front of yo buildin to a hudred million
bad pimpin, bad actin doggyy
limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come clappin forty
pow thats a badder story, not in my
mess around, held def jam down
my back, jackin and they left their pounds
red-neck found, tech tech
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot 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
flippin all the harder back, 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
the city with the semi or the celly
on skinnies like i'm starving my

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