Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

Yo J.R.
They waiting for you dawg
They asking
You
You up
Dipset, go
Writer!

Writer]
To all my hustlers, smugglers
Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot
What's the word ya'll, flip erb raw
Clap (clap clap) that's the call

If the cops are coming, get the hopping,
& drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'n
Put away erb raw, let's us know the word or
Clap (clap clap) that's the bird

[JR
I still be where the weed flip in the p's the tree's lit
So much water in the order just leaving em' sea sick
Skeet in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b
Down low like i'm keep her a secret
on chrome, passing me dome
Next minute shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it
But I always keep a straggler that's
To bone & run to a lap faster than Marion
Man listen I got them grams flippin, tan pitch it
Corner to the kitchen
Gained a couple had to make a transition
But i'm still in the hood a transmission
No cat can match me i'm passing who's half as nasty?
I got it locked from all the way to cackalacky
But keep a mack for thinking it's just laffy taffy
Shit this be the only thing clapping at me

[Lil'
man JR and J.R.
Pigeons know who they are, gotta pay off
Snitches the say all, if chickens on the radar
I'm at it I get it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight off (yeah)
off the plates, shake off the flakes
Bag make all the cake
I lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm Adolf
But ya'll can't see me... Ray
I steal whores, i'll probably take
you peel off, and I take off
Give me no space, what ever I I take
What ever I I bleed & succeed bitch nigga don't
on the weed, i'm fucking with them birds withought feeding em' seeds
that's green, you don't know it
full clip how I go about it, for body, hard i'm like God got em', yeah

Damn
In high school you was the man homey, that's a fan told me
Shit, ole cat, get his kangol clapped
Brains blown back, Dame, Dame don't rap
Shame on black, the so wack
sonned you children
From infront of ya right to a hundred million
Dead pimpin, dead actor doggy
Get ya off pimpin, if they acting froggy
Tell em' back up off me, I come down the 40
Cal, that's a story, i'm not in my catagory
Mess around, held Def Jam down
So my back, jackin in em' left hand pounds
Red neck found, tech pound, duck duck goose
Pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down)
It may seem petty, but we all turn deadly
For green fetti, my team ready

[Exit JR Writer]
ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
Flippin all the hard and back, make em' catch a attack
When u see the narc's attack, lemee know, start to
(Clap Clap).. i'm here
A star with a deal, shit pa be on
The car is Deville, it's ill pardon the grill
It's foreign my
Cruise the city with the semi all silly on skinnies i'm starving my wheels
uh!