Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you what I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they like they ain't bout
no more man, so what fuck, you know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been nigga, we gon' load up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say em', nigga
Keep buyin' shit, keep hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches
Then you what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, only key to is kill
If the elements don't you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And know I go hard to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' dodge ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John
Get fucked ya pussy
Haa, we hit em' up dey ain't lookin'
And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots em'

and if tha red dot spot em' then tha hollow-head got em'
Knock his tops to his Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the bottom to make it to da bottom
At the very of da map, Louisiana
Piranhas, every where you at, you wear a extra condom and a
Extra gat, ya could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in
Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I his hand
Ya man on command in fronta niggaz he cool wit dem on fan

I'm on hot, I adjust in climates
in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime mates
You ain't did it you done it like in fives states
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on
And in a drought I go on a diet and stretch
all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt even come up to a chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they dat in da club fa?

Real Shit I'm duckin' from a drug war
No but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law
forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I to send em' to you Lord
I'm just tryna tha shots dey send to da God
They ridin' up way to Heaven Boulevard

Damn, dem niggaz and jive, not even in tha eye exam
They ain't fa I, fa A and a K
make ya face crook to tha side
Now when you smilin' gotta look from tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you ain't lookin' you jus lookin'
And when we hungry, you like pie
Sweet nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't me get tha biscuit busta, yeah

What up You my distant brotha
Real nigga, same father different motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and stick to it trill
You not know me fa otha
I'm somethin' otha people you feel
I'm deeper fa
I'm deeper skills, my speeches can kill
in peace

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all about one thing
If you bout nigga come fuck with us
If you ain't bout money get the from round us nigga
And you bout we bout it
However you wanna get it we can give it to ya
Order bitch, ya underdig, put ya in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya on the concrete and let's roll
Let me get it back, hey, hey

You in a field fa tryin' a dude
bust ya head to da meat
Turn ya mind 2 food, food fa
Think, I lyin' to you
I'll lie his in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his in sheets, put tha tires to em'
em' feel tha escalade
Put his feet in tha

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and niggaz they ways
I'm in tha streets wit Blake, watch
My hungry, he'll eat tha plate
And if I ask tha homeboy, eat ya face, yeah
And he got me, you can ask
I'm like a pool table, I tha 8
My side pocket, wayz, when I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa days, bird man talk

nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about
Get all the from round us
Fuck dat, I'm bak gurl

my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel like ground dog, I'm under ground call me hog
Lay down laws call me ground law but don't me wit da law
Naw, but confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R.
I ain't trippin' nigga, I play tha corner Rip-Kin nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya
Split ya windshield, whack ya mama
But I let tha kid

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha nigga
Still ride on big wheels, you animal then
Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I a weekend in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bitch from Savannah
Man a couldn't stop ya man, I'm man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land, I'm tha man of my
it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new plan

Yeah nigga, you 'bout some money get at me
Thats the way
shit we bout that get at me
Nigga solo, dolo nigga