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, rock
Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot
the word ya'll, flip that erb raw
Clap (clap clap) that's the call

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

[JR
I still be where the weed flip in the p's the tree's lit
So much water in the order it's just em' sea sick
in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b lips
Down low like i'm keep her a secret
on chrome, passing me dome
Next minute i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home
But I always a straggler that's known
To bone & run to a lap faster than Jones
Man listen I still got them flippin, tan pitch it
Corner to the damn
Gained a couple fans had to make a
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 here all the way to
But keep a mack for scrappy it's just laffy taffy
Shit this beat'll be the thing clapping at me

[Lil'
man JR and J.R.
Pigeons who they are, niggas gotta pay off
know the say all, if chickens on the radar
I'm at it I get it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight off (yeah)
Scrape off the plates, shake off the
Bag daddy make all the
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 take yours
Cause you peel off, and I off
Give me no space, what I wan't I take
What I need I bleed & succeed bitch nigga 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 school you was the man homey, that's what a fan 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 building right to a hundred
Dead pimpin pimpin, dead actor
Get ya limp off pimpin, if acting froggy
em' back up off me, I come down clap 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' left hand
Red neck found, tech tech pound, duck duck
pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down)
It may seem petty, but we all turn deadly
For green fetti, my whole ready

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