Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know I'm talkin' bout'
I these niggaz out here they slippin' like 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 fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo'
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too
I ain't never full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Capitol, only key to survive is kill
If the elements murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And niggaz know I go to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' dodge ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the John hoodie
Get ya play pussy
Haa, we hit em' up while dey lookin'
And tha body shots but tha head shots took em'

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

I'm on hot, I adjust in different
Stuck in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime
You ain't did it 'til you done it like in 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 stretch
You'nt even up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they dat in da club fa?

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

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

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

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

You sleep in a field fa a dude
I'll bust ya to da meat
ya mind 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I ain't 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 in tha blades

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha and niggaz keep 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 pocket, side wayz, when I pop it
Leave a side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

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

Check my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you hard
And I gravel like dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog
Lay laws call me ground law but don't confuse me wit da law
Naw, but just me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R.
I ain't trippin' nigga, I play tha corner like Rip-Kin
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 feelin' animal
Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from
Man a train couldn't 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 'bout some get at me nigga
Thats the way
shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, nigga