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

[JR
i still be where the weed flip, and the peas the trees lit
so much in the order, its just leaving them 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, me dome
minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i keep a straggler, thats known to bone
and run a lap, faster than marion jones
man listen, i still got them grams tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
gained a couple fans having made the
but im still in the hood a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm fastly who half as nasty
i got it locked here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, its just laffy taffy
shit this dun be the only 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
Snitches to see yall
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like weighed off
off the plates
Shake off the
Dad daddy all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me I'm adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll probably take
you peel off and I take off
Give me no space I want I takes,
I need I bleed and see
Bitch nigga don't on the weed
I'm with them birds
without feeding them seeds 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 school you was the man homie
thats what a fan told me
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
brains blown back, this is dame, but dame rap
shame on black, the game's so
sunk some children
from in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred
bad pimpin pimpin, bad actin
getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin
em back up off me, i come down clappin forty
pow thats a story, not in my category
mess around, dame held def jam
supporting my back, jackin and they left pounds
found, tech tech pound
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot get down
it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
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 with he deals, your pa be on chill
the car is DeVille, is ill
heart in the grill its far in my
Cruise the city with the semi or the
on like i'm starving my wheels

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