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, rock smugglers,
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot
Whats the word y'all, Flip 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 the word whore
Clap........thats the

[JR
i still be the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just them 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 flaggin it
but i always a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, faster marion jones
man listen, i still got them grams tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple fans 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 from 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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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they 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 like 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 cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal
I'll probably yours
because you peel off and I off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I and see
Bitch don't breathe on the weed
I'm fucking with them
without feeding them seeds that's creed you don't know it,
full clip how I go it, full body,
body, I'm like ya'll got it yet

(CHORUS)

SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high you was the man homie
thats what a fan me shiiiit
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains blown back, is dame, but dame dont rap
shame on black, the game's so
dame some children
from in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred
bad pimpin pimpin, bad doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down clappin
pow thats a badder story, not in my
around, dame held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left pounds
red-neck found, tech pound
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
this ain't bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the harder back, make them a heart attack
when you see the narcs 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 with the semi or the
on skinnies like i'm my wheels

(CHORUS)