Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck, you know what we do ha?
We gon' do what we been doin' nigga, we gon' up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say em', nigga
Keep shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get too nigga
I ain't gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Capitol, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you, tha will, fa real
And niggaz I go hard to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' dodge ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John
Get fucked ya play
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'
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 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 backed his
Ya man on command in fronta niggaz he 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 like in states
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on
And in a drought I go on a and stretch more
Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit marks
You'nt even come up to a chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they dat in da club fa?

Real Shit I'm 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 forgive me if I have to send em' to you
I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey to da God
They ridin' up high way to Heaven

Damn, dem niggaz pussy and jive, not in tha eye exam
They lookin' fa I, fa A and a K
I'll ya face crook to tha side
Now you smilin' everybody gotta look from tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you lookin' 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, father different motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and to keepin' it trill
You not know me fa nothin'
I'm somethin' otha than you feel
I'm fa real
I'm than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all one thing 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
However you wanna get it we can it to ya nigga
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 in a field fa tryin' a dude
I'll ya head to da meat
ya mind 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I ain't to you
lie his body in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his in sheets, put tha tires to em'
Make em' tha escalade
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 like a table, I keep tha 8
My side pocket, wayz, when I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man

nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't money
Get all the from round us
dat, I'm comin' bak gurl

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 call me ground law but don't 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 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 lil'
ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal then
Come on and get killed, this kid bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a in Havana
In my wit my bottom bitch from Savannah
Man a couldn't 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
Thats the way
Dumb shit we that get at me
Nigga solo, dolo nigga