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

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

[JR (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers,
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot
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 with the trees lit
so much water in the order, its leaving them sea sick
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, 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, than marion jones
man listen, i still got them grams tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a couple fans having the transition
but im in the hood like a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked from here, all the way to
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy
shit this 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
Niggas pay off
Snitches to see yall
If on the radar, I'm at it
I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like getting weighed off
Scrape off the
off the flakes
Dad make 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 probably take
because you off and I take off
Give me no space I want I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
Bitch don't breathe on the weed
I'm fucking with them
without them seeds that's creed 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
what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his clapped
brains blown back, this is dame, but dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
dame some children
from in of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin
tell em back up off me, i come clappin forty
pow thats a badder story, not in my
mess around, dame def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they their pounds
red-neck found, tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
lets get down
it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my team ready

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[JR
this ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the cats
flippin all the harder back, make them catch a heart
when you see the 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 with the semi or the
on skinnies like i'm starving my

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