Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you what I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they slippin' like they bout
no more 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
buyin' shit, keep fuckin' 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 with this

I got it
I got it

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

Damn and if tha red dot em' then tha hollow-head got em'
Knock his tops to his Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the bottom just to 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 could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in
Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I backed his
Ya man on command in niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I adjust in climates
Stuck in a animal, keep runnin' wit my mates
You ain't did it 'til you done it in fives states
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on
And in a I go on a diet and stretch 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 play dat in da fa?

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

Damn, dem pussy 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 gotta from tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you lookin' you jus lookin' high
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 You my distant brotha
Real shit nigga, same father different motha,
I skip tha frontin' and stick to it trill
You not know me fa otha
I'm somethin' otha people you feel
I'm fa real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can
in peace

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all about one nigga
If you bout money come fuck with us
If you ain't bout get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we it
However you get it we can give it to ya nigga
Order bitch, ya underdig, put ya 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 fa tryin' a dude
I'll ya head to da meat
Turn ya 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I ain't to you
I'll lie his body in grease, set to em'
tie his body in sheets, put tha tires to em'
Make em' feel tha
Put his in tha blades

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and keep they ways
When I'm in tha streets wit Blake,
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 a pool table, I keep tha 8
My pocket, side wayz, when I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, man talk

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

Check my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you play
And I gravel like ground dog, I'm under call me ground hog
Lay down laws call me 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 like nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, ya vehicle
Split ya windshield, whack ya baby
But I let tha kid

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha nigga
Still ride on big wheels, you animal then
Come on and get killed, this kid peel like 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 up, say I got my land, I'm tha man of my land
it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new plan

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