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, smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, that herb raw
Clap....... the bird-call

If the cops are comin, get to hop n
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us know the whore
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 them sea
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead
they know, like im trying to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats to bone
and run through a lap, faster than jones
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple fans made the transition
but im still in the hood like a
no cat can me, i'm passin fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just taffy
shit beat dun be the only thing clappin at me

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Wayne]
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R know 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 like getting off
Scrape off the
Shake off the
Dad daddy all the kit kat
I lay off the way ya'll hate me like I'm adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll take yours
you peel off and I take off
Give me no space I want I takes,
I need I bleed and see
Bitch nigga don't on the weed
I'm with them birds
without feeding them seeds that's creed you don't about it,
full clip how I go about it, body,
body, I'm like ya'll got it yet

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SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In school you was the man homie
what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, is dame, but dame dont rap
on black, the game's so whack
dame some children
from in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred
bad pimpin pimpin, bad actin
limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down clappin
pow a badder story, not in my category
mess around, held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left pounds
red-neck found, tech tech
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot lets get
it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my team 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
you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap
but start with he deals, your pa be on
the car is DeVille, is ill
heart in the grill its far in my
Cruise the city the semi or the celly
on like i'm starving my wheels

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