Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm bout'
I peepin' these 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 shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches
you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full with this grind

I got it
I got it

Capitol, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And niggaz I go hard to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' playin' ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean hoodie
Get fucked ya play
Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't
And tha body 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 just to make it to da bottom
At the bottom of da map, Louisiana
Piranhas, where you at, you gotta wear a extra condom and a
Extra gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and in
Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I his hand
Ya man on command in fronta he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I adjust in different
Stuck in a animal, keep runnin' wit my mates
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 marks
You'nt even up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha they play dat in da club fa?

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

Damn, dem niggaz and jive, not even in tha eye exam
ain't 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 high
And when we hungry, you like pie
potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta,

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

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all about one nigga
If you bout money nigga 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 tryin' a
I'll ya head to da meat
Turn ya mind 2 food, fa thought
Think, I ain't to you
I'll lie his in grease, set fire to em'
tie his body in sheets, put tha tires to em'
Make em' feel tha
Put his feet in tha

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

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

Check my swag, I travel light, 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 just confuse me wit my paw I am the Birdman J.R.
I ain't trippin' nigga, I tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, 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 ride on big wheels, you feelin' then
on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm bananas, I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch 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 Weezyana, that's tha new plan

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