Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' niggaz out here they slippin' like they ain't bout
no more man, so what fuck, you know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do we been doin' nigga, we gon' load up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em',
Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo'
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with 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 hard to the fullest, get
And I got em' dodge ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John
Get fucked ya pussy
Haa, we hit em' up while dey lookin'
And tha body shots but tha head shots took em'

Damn and if tha red dot em' then tha hollow-head got em'
his tops to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we from the bottom just 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 backed his
Ya man on command in niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I adjust in different
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 stretch
all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt even come up to a chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck play dat in da club fa?

Real Shit I'm duckin' bombs a drug war
No religion but da swear 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 tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da God
They ridin' up high way to Heaven

Damn, dem niggaz pussy and jive, not even in tha eye
ain't 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 you ain't lookin' you jus lookin' high
And when we hungry, you look pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue, custard
jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta, yeah

What up chizzle? You my brotha
Real nigga, same 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 deeper than skills, my speeches can
in peace

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

You in a field fa tryin' a dude
I'll bust ya head to da
Turn ya mind 2 food, fa thought
Think, I lyin' to you
I'll lie his in grease, set fire to em'
tie his body in sheets, put tha tires to em'
Make em' tha escalade
Put his feet in tha

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and niggaz 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 table, I keep tha 8
My pocket, side wayz, when I pop it
Leave a side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

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

Check my swag, I light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel like 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 trippin' nigga, I play tha corner 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
Come on and get killed, kid peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm bananas, I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from
Man a train couldn't 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
it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new plan

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