Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

Yo J.R.
They been 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, that erb raw
Clap (clap clap) the bird call

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 bird

[JR
I still be where the weed 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 tryna on a b lips
low like i'm tryna keep her a secret
Acura on chrome, me dome
Next minute shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it
But I always keep a that's known
To bone & run to a lap faster than Jones
Man I still got them grams flippin, tan pitch it
Corner to the kitchen
a couple fans had to make a transition
But i'm still in the like a transmission
No cat can match me i'm passing who's half as nasty?
I got it from here all the way to cackalacky
But keep a for scrappy thinking it's just laffy taffy
Shit this beat'll be the 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 cause I get it on my day off ain't nothing like weight off (yeah)
off the plates, shake off the flakes
Bag daddy all the cake
I lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm Adolf
But can't see me... Ray Charles
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 need I bleed & succeed bitch don't
breath on the weed, i'm fucking with birds 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 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
Shame on black, the game so
sonned you children
From infront of ya 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, a badder story, i'm not in my catagory
Mess around, Dame held Def Jam
So pardon my back, in em' left hand pounds
Red neck found, tech tech pound, duck duck
Pump pump shoot, shoot get down (down)
It may petty, but we all turn mean deadly
For green fetti, my team ready

[Exit Verse: JR
This ain't only 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 here
A star with a deal, pa be on chill
The car is Deville, it's ill pardon the grill
It's foreign my
Cruise the city with the semi all silly on skinnies like i'm my wheels
uh!