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

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

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

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no 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 the trees lit
so much water in the order, its just leaving sea sick
but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead
they dont know, like im to keep her a secret
act wrong, chrome, me dome
next minute, im finished, she'll be flaggin it home
but i always a straggler, thats known to bone
and run through a lap, than marion jones
man listen, i got them grams flippin tan pitchen,
to the damn kitchen
gained a couple fans having the transition
but im still in the hood like a
no cat can match me, i'm passin fastly who as nasty
i got it locked from here, all the way to
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy
this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who are
gotta 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
Scrape off the
off the flakes
Dad daddy all the kit kat
I lay off the way ya'll hate me like I'm adolf,
But ya'll cant see me, Ray
I whores
probably take yours
because you off and I take off
me no space whatever I want I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
Bitch nigga don't breathe on the
I'm fucking with birds
without them seeds that's creed you don't know about it,
full clip how I go it, full body,
body, I'm like ya'll got it yet

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SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high school you was the man
thats what a fan me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, this is dame, but dont rap
shame on black, the so whack
dame sunk some
in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad actin
getcha limp on pimpin, if they froggy
tell em back up off me, i come down clappin
pow thats a story, not in my category
mess around, held def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and they left pounds
red-neck found, tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot lets get
it may petty,
but we all turn mean
for green-fetti,
my team ready

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[JR
this ain't only and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the harder back, 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 starving my

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