Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you what I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so 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 fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo'
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too
I ain't gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

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

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' 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 very 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' a man and niggaz 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 climates
Stuck in a animal, keep wit my prime 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
Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit marks
You'nt come up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they play dat in da fa?

Real Shit I'm bombs from a drug war
No religion but da cops swear dat drug law
Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin'
Father forgive me if I have to em' to you Lord
I'm just dodge tha shots dey send to da God
They 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
make 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 lemon meringue, apple
Cherry jelly, don't me get tha biscuit busta, yeah

What up You my distant brotha
Real shit nigga, same different motha, shit
I skip tha and stick to keepin' it trill
You not know me fa otha
I'm somethin' otha than people you
I'm fa real
I'm deeper than skills, my can kill
in peace

Yeah, you underdig, shorty all about one thing nigga
If you bout money come fuck with us
If you ain't bout money get the fuck round 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 on the concrete and let's roll
Let me get it back, hey, hey

You sleep in a fa tryin' a dude
I'll bust ya to da meat
Turn ya mind 2 food, fa thought
Think, I lyin' to you
I'll lie his in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his 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 wit Blake, watch
My nigga hungry, 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 side pocket, wayz, when I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' shorty
If it about money
Get all the from round us
Fuck dat, I'm bak gurl

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

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil'
Still ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal
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 Lil' Weezyana, tha new plan

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