Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here 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 gon' up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em',
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 this grind

I got it
I got it

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

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' then tha got em'
Knock his 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 extra and a
Extra gat, ya bitch get it fa actin' like 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 like in fives
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on
And in a drought I go on a diet and more
Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit marks
You'nt even up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they dat in da club fa?

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

Damn, dem pussy and jive, not even in tha eye exam
They ain't fa I, fa A and a K
make 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
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you meringue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha busta, yeah

What up chizzle? You my brotha
Real shit nigga, father different motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and to keepin' it trill
You not me fa nothin' otha
I'm somethin' otha than you feel
I'm deeper fa
I'm than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in

Yeah, you underdig, shorty all about one thing nigga
If you bout money nigga come with us
If you ain't money get the fuck from round us nigga
And you bout we bout it
However you get it we can give it to ya nigga
Order bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the and let's roll
Let me get it back, hey, hey

You sleep in a fa tryin' a dude
I'll bust ya head to da
Turn ya mind 2 food, fa thought
Think, I ain't to you
I'll lie his in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his body in sheets, put tha to em'
Make em' feel tha
Put his in tha blades

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and niggaz they ways
I'm in tha streets wit Blake, watch
My hungry, he'll eat tha plate
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, side wayz, I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa days, bird man talk

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

my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel ground dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog
Lay down laws call me ground law but confuse me wit da law
Naw, but just confuse me wit my paw I am the Birdman J.R.
I ain't trippin' nigga, I play tha like Rip-Kin nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya vehicle
Split ya windshield, ya baby mama
But I let tha kid

And people say I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil' nigga
Still on big wheels, you feelin' animal 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 couldn't 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
Call it Lil' Weezyana, tha new plan

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