Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' niggaz out here they slippin' like they ain't bout
Money no 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 know I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

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

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

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

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

Damn, dem pussy 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' everybody gotta look tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you lookin' you jus lookin' high
And when we hungry, you like pie
Sweet nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard
jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta, yeah

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

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all one thing nigga
If you money nigga come fuck with us
If you bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you we bout it
However you wanna get it we can give it to ya
bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in nigga
Put ya down 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 lyin' to you
I'll lie his in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his body in sheets, put tha to em'
em' feel tha escalade
Put his feet in tha

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and keep they ways
When I'm in tha wit Blake, watch
My nigga hungry, eat tha plate
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, wayz, when I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, man talk

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

Check my swag, I light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel ground dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog
Lay down laws me ground law but don't confuse 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 nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya vehicle
Split ya windshield, ya baby mama
But I let tha kid

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha nigga
Still on big wheels, you feelin' animal then
on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a weekend in
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch 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
Call it Lil' Weezyana, tha new plan

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