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, 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 away that herb raw, let us know the word
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 sea sick
but its me in my V6, to skeet on her bead lips
they dont know, like im trying to keep her a
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, shit im finished, be flaggin it home
but i always keep a straggler, known to bone
and run through a lap, faster marion jones
man listen, i still got them flippin tan pitchen,
to the damn kitchen
gained a couple fans having the transition
but im still in the 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 taffy
shit this 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
gotta pay off
Snitches 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
Shake off the
Dad make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll me like I'm adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal
probably take yours
because you off and I take off
me no space whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I and see
Bitch nigga don't breathe on the
I'm fucking with them
without them seeds that's creed you don't know about it,
full clip how I go about it, 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 told me
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains back, this is dame, but dame dont rap
shame on black, the game's so
sunk some children
from in front of yo straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad doggyy
getcha on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come clappin forty
pow thats a badder story, not in my
around, dame held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and left their pounds
found, tech tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot get down
it may petty,
but we all turn mean
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 back, make them catch a heart attack
when you see the attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap
but start with he deals, pa be on chill
the car is DeVille, is ill
heart in the grill its far in my
Cruise the city the semi or the celly
on skinnies like i'm my wheels

(CHORUS)