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 we gon' do ha?
We do what we been doin' nigga, we gon' load up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em',
Keep buyin' shit, fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches
you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, key to survive 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 Sean hoodie
Get fucked ya pussy
Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't
And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots em'

Damn and if tha red dot em' then tha hollow-head got em'
his tops to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we grind the bottom just to make it to da bottom
At the very bottom of da map,
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, on ya man, I backed his hand
Ya man on in fronta niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I adjust in climates
in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime mates
You did it 'til you done it like 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, a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt come up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha they play dat in da club fa?

Real Shit I'm duckin' from a drug war
No religion but da cops dat I'ma drug law
Father forgive em' fa dey not who dey pushin' Lord
Father me if I have to send em' to you Lord
I'm just tryna tha shots dey send 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 make ya face to tha side
Now when you everybody gotta look from tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you ain't lookin' you jus high
And we hungry, you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you meringue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha busta, yeah

What up You my distant brotha
Real nigga, same father different motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and stick to it trill
You not me fa nothin' otha
I'm somethin' than people you feel
I'm deeper fa
I'm deeper than skills, my can kill
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 money get the fuck from us nigga
And you bout we bout it
you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga
Order bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in
Put ya feet down and ya on the concrete and let's roll
Let me get it back, hey, hey

You sleep in a field fa a dude
I'll bust ya to da meat
ya mind 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I lyin' to you
I'll lie his body in grease, set 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
When I'm in tha wit Blake, watch
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 side pocket, side wayz, I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man

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

my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you play hard
And I like 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 confuse me wit my paw because 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
ya windshield, whack ya baby mama
But I let tha kid

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

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