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

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

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

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no youngin
Put that herb 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 water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her lips
they dont know, like im trying to keep her a
act wrong, chrome, me dome
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it
but i always keep a straggler, thats known to
and run through a lap, faster marion jones
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
corner to the damn
gained a couple fans having made the
but im still in the like a transmission
no cat can match me, i'm passin who half as nasty
i got it from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, its just laffy taffy
shit beat dun be the only thing clappin at me

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Wayne]
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons 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, nuttin like getting weighed off
off the plates
Shake off the
Dad daddy 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 probably take
because you peel off and I off
Give me no space whatever I I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
I'm with them birds
without feeding them seeds that's creed you don't know it,
full 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 school you was the man homie
what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, is dame, but dame dont rap
on black, the game's so whack
dame sunk children
from in front of yo buildin to a hudred million
bad pimpin, bad actin doggyy
getcha limp on pimpin, if they froggy
tell em up off me, i come down clappin forty
pow thats a badder story, not in my
mess around, held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they their pounds
red-neck found, tech tech
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot get down
it may petty,
but we all turn deadly
for green-fetti,
my team ready

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[JR
this only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
all the harder back, make them catch a heart attack
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 its far in my mills
Cruise the city with the or the celly
on like i'm starving my wheels

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