Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they slippin' like they ain't
Money no man, so what fuck, you know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been 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 get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this

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 wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean hoodie
Get fucked ya play
Haa, we hit em' up while dey lookin'
And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots em'

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' tha hollow-head got em'
his tops to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the bottom just to make it to da
At the very bottom of da map,
Piranhas, every where you at, you wear a extra condom and a
Extra gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and 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 in different climates
in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime mates
You ain't did it 'til you done it in fives states
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 nigga
Pause-up, paw, what tha they play dat in da club fa?

Real Shit I'm bombs from a drug war
No religion but da cops swear dat drug 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 shots dey to da God
They up high way to Heaven Boulevard

Damn, dem pussy and jive, not even in tha eye exam
ain't lookin' fa I, fa A and a K
I'll make ya face to tha side
Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you ain't lookin' you jus high
And we hungry, you look like pie
potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha busta, yeah

up chizzle? You my distant brotha
Real nigga, same father different motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it
You not know me fa nothin'
I'm somethin' otha 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 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 give it to ya
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 head to da
Turn ya mind 2 food, food fa
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' feel tha
Put his feet in tha

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha and niggaz keep they ways
I'm in tha streets 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 side pocket, side wayz, I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa days, bird man talk

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

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

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil'
Still ride on big wheels, you animal then
on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a in Havana
In my Gabana wit my 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 Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new

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