Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they slippin' like they ain't
Money no more man, so what fuck, you what 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 fuck em',
Keep buyin' shit, fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, only key to survive is
If the don't murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And niggaz know I go to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' dodge ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, in the Sean John hoodie
Get fucked ya pussy
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'
Knock his tops to his Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the just to make it to da bottom
At the very bottom of da map,
Piranhas, every where you at, you gotta wear a condom and a
gat, ya bitch 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 niggaz he wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I in different climates
in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime mates
You ain't did it 'til you done it like in fives
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 come up to a chest
Pause-up, paw, tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?

Shit I'm duckin' 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 tryna 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
ain't lookin' fa I, fa A and a K
I'll make ya face crook to tha
Now when you smilin' everybody 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
Real shit nigga, same father motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it
You not me fa nothin' otha
I'm somethin' otha than you feel
I'm fa real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can
Rest in

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

You in a field fa tryin' a dude
I'll ya head to da meat
ya mind 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I lyin' to you
lie his body in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his in sheets, put tha tires 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, he'll eat tha
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 em' again shorty
If it ain't money
Get all the fuck from us
Fuck dat, I'm comin' bak

Check my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you hard
And I like ground dog, I'm under ground 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 Rip-Kin nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, ya vehicle
Split ya windshield, whack ya mama
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 bandannas like bananas
Say I'm bananas, I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch Savannah
Man a train couldn't 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
Call it Weezyana, that's tha new plan

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