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, rock
Strugglers, bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
What's the word ya'll, flip 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) that's the bird call

[JR
I be where the weed flip in the p's with the tree's lit
So much in the order it's just 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, passing me
Next minute shit i'm finish she'll be it home
But I keep a straggler 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
Gained a couple 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 here all the way to
But a mack for scrappy thinking it's just laffy taffy
Shit this beat'll be the only clapping at me

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

Damn
In school you was the man homey, that's what a fan told me
Shit, same ole cat, get his kangol
Brains blown back, Dame, Dame don't rap
Shame on black, the so wack
Dame sonned you
From infront of ya building right to a million
Dead pimpin pimpin, dead doggy
Get ya off pimpin, if they 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, jackin in em' left pounds
Red neck found, tech tech pound, duck goose
Pump pump shoot, let's get down (down)
It may seem petty, but we all turn deadly
For green fetti, my team ready

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