Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

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

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

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

[JR
I still be where the flip in the p's with the tree's lit
So much water in the order it's leaving em' sea sick
Skeet in my V-6 skeet on a b lips
Down low like i'm tryna her a secret
Acura on chrome, me dome
Next minute shit i'm finish she'll be it home
But I always keep a straggler known
To bone & run to a lap faster than Marion
Man listen I still got them flippin, tan pitch it
Corner to the kitchen
a couple fans had to make a transition
But i'm in the hood like 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 laffy
Shit this be the only thing clapping at me

[Lil'
man JR and J.R.
Pigeons know who they are, niggas 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)
off the plates, shake off the flakes
Bag make all the cake
I gotta lay off the way ya'll me like i'm Adolf
But can't see me... Ray Charles
I steal whores, i'll take yours
Cause you off, and I take off
Give me no space, what I wan't I take
What ever I need I & succeed bitch nigga don't
breath on the weed, i'm fucking with them withought feeding em' seeds
that's green, you don't about it
full clip how I go about it, for body, hard body i'm like God got em',

Damn
In high school you was the man homey, that's what a fan me
Shit, same ole cat, get his clapped
Brains blown back, dissing Dame, Dame rap
Shame on black, the so wack
Dame sonned you
From of ya building right to a hundred million
Dead pimpin pimpin, dead doggy
Get ya limp off pimpin, if acting froggy
Tell em' back up off me, I come 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 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 whole ready

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