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

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

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

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

[JR
i be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
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, shit im finished, she'll be it home
but i keep a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, faster than jones
man listen, i still got grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
a couple fans having made the transition
but im still in the like a transmission
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 a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffy
shit this beat dun be the thing clappin at me

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Wayne]
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who 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 getting weighed off
Scrape off the
off the flakes
Dad daddy all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way hate me like I'm adolf,
But ya'll see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll probably yours
because you off and I take off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
Bitch don't breathe on the weed
I'm fucking with birds
without feeding them seeds that's 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 high school you was the man
thats a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, this is dame, but dame 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 thats a story, not in my category
mess around, dame def jam down
supporting my back, and they left their pounds
red-neck found, tech tech
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
lets get down
it may petty,
but we all turn mean
for green-fetti,
my whole team

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[JR
ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the harder back, make them a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack lemme know, to clap, clap ,clap
but start with he deals, pa be on chill
the car is DeVille, is ill
in the grill its far in my mills
Cruise the city with the or the celly
on skinnies i'm starving my wheels

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