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

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

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

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

[JR
i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the lit
so water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to on her bead lips
they dont know, like im trying to her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, known to bone
and run through a lap, than marion jones
man listen, i still got grams flippin tan pitchen,
to the damn kitchen
gained a couple having made the transition
but im in the hood like a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm passin 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 beat dun be the only thing clappin at me

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R 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 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 cant see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll take yours
because you peel off and I off
Give me no whatever I want I takes,
I need I bleed and see
Bitch nigga don't breathe on the
I'm fucking them birds
without feeding 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 high you was the man homie
thats what a fan me shiiiit
same old cat, get his clapped
blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
dame sunk some
from in front of yo buildin to a hudred million
bad pimpin, bad actin doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin
tell em back up off me, i down clappin forty
pow a badder story, not in my category
mess around, held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left their
red-neck found, tech tech
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
lets get down
it may petty,
but we all turn deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole ready

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

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