Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

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

[HOOK:JR
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
Quick & that 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 weed flip in the p's with the lit
So much water in the it's just leaving em' sea sick
Skeet in my V-6 skeet on a b lips
Down low i'm tryna keep her a secret
Acura on chrome, passing me
Next minute i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home
But I always keep a straggler that's
To bone & run to a lap faster Marion Jones
Man listen I got them grams flippin, tan pitch it
Corner to the damn
Gained a couple fans had to a transition
But i'm still in the like a transmission
No cat can match me i'm fastly who's half as nasty?
I got it locked here all the way to cackalacky
But keep a mack for thinking it's just laffy taffy
Shit this be the only thing clapping at me

[Lil'
man JR and J.R.
Pigeons know who they are, gotta pay off
Snitches know the say all, if chickens on the
I'm at it I get it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight off (yeah)
off the plates, shake off the flakes
Bag make all the cake
I lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm Adolf
But ya'll see me... Ray Charles
I steal whores, i'll probably yours
you peel off, and I take off
Give me no space, ever I wan't I take
What ever I need I & 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
clip how I go about it, for body, hard body i'm like God got em', yeah

Damn
In high school you was the man homey, that's what a fan me
Shit, same ole cat, get his clapped
Brains back, dissing 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, dead actor doggy
Get ya off pimpin, if they acting 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, held Def Jam down
So pardon my back, in em' left hand pounds
Red found, tech tech pound, duck duck goose
Pump pump shoot, shoot let's get (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 hardest
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 a deal, shit pa be on chill
The car is Deville, it's real ill the grill
It's my nillz
Cruise the city with the all silly on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels
uh!