Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you what I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they slippin' they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck, you know what we do ha?
We gon' do we been doin' 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 never gettin' full, I'm full blooded this grind

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, key to survive is kill
If the don't murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And niggaz know I go to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' playin' dodge ball wit
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean hoodie
Get fucked ya play
Haa, we hit em' up dey ain't lookin'
And tha body shots hurt but tha head took em'

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

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

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

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

What up chizzle? You my brotha
Real shit nigga, same father motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it
You not me fa nothin' otha
I'm somethin' than people you feel
I'm deeper fa
I'm than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in

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

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

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

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' shorty
If it ain't money
Get all the from round us
dat, I'm comin' bak gurl

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

And people say I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil' nigga
ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal then
Come on and get killed, kid peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bottom from Savannah
Man a train 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
Call it Lil' Weezyana, tha new plan

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