Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

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

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

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

[JR
I be where the weed flip in the p's with the tree's lit
So much water in the order just leaving em' sea sick
Skeet in my V-6 tryna on a b lips
Down low like i'm keep her a secret
Acura on chrome, passing me
minute shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home
But I always a straggler that's known
To bone & run to a lap than Marion Jones
Man listen I still got them grams flippin, tan it
Corner to the damn
Gained a couple had to make a transition
But i'm still in the like a transmission
No cat can match me i'm passing fastly who's as nasty?
I got it locked from here all the way to
But a mack for scrappy thinking it's just laffy taffy
this beat'll be the only 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 getting off (yeah)
Scrape off the plates, off the flakes
Bag daddy make all the
I gotta lay off the way hate me like i'm Adolf
But can't see me... Ray Charles
I steal whores, i'll probably take
Cause you peel off, and I off
me no space, what ever I wan't I take
What ever I need I bleed & succeed nigga don't
breath on the weed, i'm fucking with them withought feeding em' seeds
that's green, you don't know it
full 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 a fan told me
Shit, same ole cat, get his kangol
Brains blown back, Dame, Dame don't rap
Shame on black, the game so
sonned you children
From infront of ya building right to a hundred
Dead pimpin pimpin, dead doggy
Get ya limp off pimpin, if acting froggy
Tell em' up off me, I come down clap the 40
Cal, a badder story, i'm not in my catagory
around, Dame held Def Jam down
So my back, jackin in em' left hand pounds
Red neck found, tech tech pound, duck goose
pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down)
It may seem petty, but we all turn deadly
For fetti, my whole team ready

[Exit 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 ill pardon the grill
It's foreign my
Cruise the city with the all silly on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels
uh!