Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

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

I got it
I got it

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

Damn and if tha red dot em' then tha hollow-head got em'
his tops to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the bottom to make it to da bottom
At the bottom of da map, Louisiana
Piranhas, every where you at, you gotta wear a condom and a
Extra gat, ya could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in
Pakistan, on ya man, I backed his hand
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 'til you done it like in states
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on
And in a drought I go on a diet and more
all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks
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 a drug war
No religion but da cops swear dat I'ma law
forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you
I'm just tryna dodge tha dey send to da God
They ridin' up high way to Heaven

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

What up You my distant brotha
shit nigga, same father different motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it
You not know me fa otha
I'm otha than 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 nigga
If you bout money nigga come with us
If you ain't bout money get the fuck from us nigga
And whatever you bout we it
However you wanna get it we can give it to ya
bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in nigga
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 tryin' a
I'll ya head to da meat
ya mind 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I ain't to you
I'll lie his body in grease, set to em'
I'll tie his 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 keep they ways
When I'm in tha wit Blake, watch
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, wayz, when I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa days, bird man talk

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

Check my swag, I light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel like dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog
Lay down 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 like Rip-Kin nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya
Split ya windshield, whack ya baby
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
Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a weekend in
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from
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, that's tha new

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