Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

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

[HOOK:JR
To all my hustlers, rock
Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot
What's the word ya'll, flip erb raw
Clap (clap clap) that's the bird

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

[JR
I still be where the flip in the p's with the tree's lit
So water in the order it's just leaving em' sea sick
in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b lips
Down low like i'm tryna keep her a
Acura on chrome, passing me
Next shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home
But I always keep a straggler that's
To bone & run to a lap faster than Marion
Man listen I still got them grams flippin, tan it
Corner to the damn
Gained a couple fans had to a transition
But i'm still in the hood like a
No cat can match me i'm passing fastly half as nasty?
I got it locked here all the way to cackalacky
But keep a mack for scrappy thinking it's laffy taffy
Shit this beat'll be the only 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 cause I get it on my day off ain't nothing getting weight off (yeah)
Scrape off the plates, shake off the
Bag daddy make all the
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me i'm Adolf
But ya'll 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 wan't I
What ever I I bleed & succeed bitch nigga don't
breath on the weed, i'm fucking with them birds withought em' seeds
that's green, you don't know it
full clip how I go about it, for body, hard body i'm 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 sonned you
From infront of ya right to a hundred million
Dead pimpin pimpin, actor doggy
Get ya limp off pimpin, if they froggy
em' back up off me, I come down clap the 40
Cal, that's a badder story, i'm not in my
Mess around, Dame held Def Jam
So pardon my back, jackin in em' left hand
Red neck found, tech tech pound, duck goose
Pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down)
It may seem petty, but we all turn mean
For green fetti, my team ready

Verse: JR Writer]
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, start to
(Clap Clap).. i'm outta
A star with a deal, shit pa be on
The car is Deville, it's real ill pardon the
It's my nillz
Cruise the city the semi all silly on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels
uh!