Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

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

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

If the cops are coming, get the hopping,
Quick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping
Put away that erb raw, 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 it's leaving em' sea sick
in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b lips
Down low i'm tryna keep her a secret
Acura on chrome, me dome
minute shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home
But I always keep a that's known
To bone & run to a lap faster than Marion
Man I still got them grams flippin, tan pitch it
Corner to the damn
a couple fans 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 scrappy thinking it's just taffy
this beat'll be the only thing clapping at me

[Lil'
man JR and J.R.
Pigeons know who are, niggas gotta pay off
know the say all, if chickens on the radar
I'm at it cause I get it on my day off ain't nothing getting weight off (yeah)
off the plates, shake off the flakes
Bag make all the cake
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me i'm Adolf
But can't see me... Ray Charles
I steal whores, i'll take yours
you peel off, and I take off
Give me no space, what ever I I take
What ever I need I & succeed bitch nigga don't
breath on the weed, i'm fucking with them birds withought feeding em'
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 school you was the man homey, that's what a fan told me
Shit, ole cat, get his kangol clapped
Brains blown back, dissing Dame, don't rap
Shame on black, the game so
Dame sonned you
From infront of ya building to a hundred million
Dead pimpin pimpin, dead doggy
Get ya off pimpin, if they acting froggy
Tell em' up off me, I come down clap the 40
Cal, a badder story, i'm not in my catagory
Mess around, Dame Def Jam down
So pardon my back, in em' left hand pounds
Red found, tech tech pound, duck duck goose
Pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down)
It may petty, but we all turn mean deadly
For green fetti, my team ready

Verse: JR Writer]
This ain't bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
Flippin all the hard and back, make em' a heart attack
When u see the narc's attack, lemee know, start to
(Clap Clap).. i'm here
A star with a deal, pa be on chill
The car is Deville, it's real ill pardon the
foreign my nillz
Cruise the city with the semi all on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels
uh!