Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

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

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

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

[JR
I still be where the weed in the p's with the tree's lit
So much water in the order it's just em' sea sick
Skeet in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b
low like i'm tryna keep her a secret
Acura on chrome, passing me
Next minute shit i'm finish be flaggin it home
But I always keep a straggler known
To & run to a lap faster than Marion Jones
Man listen I still got them grams flippin, tan it
Corner to the damn
Gained a fans had to make a transition
But i'm in the hood like a transmission
No cat can match me i'm passing fastly who's as nasty?
I got it from here all the way to cackalacky
But keep a mack for scrappy thinking it's just laffy
this beat'll be the only thing clapping at me

[Lil'
man JR and J.R.
Pigeons who they are, niggas gotta pay off
Snitches know the say all, if on the radar
I'm at it cause I get it on my day off ain't nothing getting weight off (yeah)
Scrape off the plates, off the flakes
Bag daddy all the cake
I gotta lay off the way ya'll me like i'm Adolf
But ya'll can't see me... Ray
I steal whores, probably take yours
Cause you peel off, and I 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 feeding em' seeds
green, you don't know about it
full how I go about it, for body, hard body i'm like God got em', yeah

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

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