Luyện nghe bài hát Byrd Call

Yo, JR, they've been for you, dawg
They've been
You ready? You up, motherfucker, DipSet, go

To all my hustlers, smugglers, strugglers
bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
What's the word, y'all? that herb raw
Clap, that's the call

If the are comin', get to hop and runnin'
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no young'n
Put that herb raw, let us know the word or
Clap, the byrd call

I be where the weed flip, in the P's wit the trees lit
So much water in the order, it's just 'em seasick
Wit a ski in my V6, tryin' to on a B lips
Down low, like I'm tryin' to keep her a

Acura on chrome, passin' me
Next minute, shit, I'm finished, she'll be flaggin' it
But I always a straggler that's known to bone
And run a lap, faster than Marion Jones

Man, listen, I still got the grams
Tan pitchin', to the damn kitchen
Gained a couple fans, had to make a
But I'm still in the like your transmission

No cat could me, I'm passin' fastly, who's half as nasty
I got it from here, all the way to Cakalakie
But keep a mac for thinkin' it's just Laffy Taffy
Shit, this beat'll be the thing clappin' at me

To all my hustlers, smugglers, strugglers
Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot
What's the word, y'all? that herb raw
Clap, the byrd call

If the are comin', get to hop and runnin'
Quick and that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n
Put away that raw, let us know the word or
Clap, that's the call

Damn, homey, in high school, you was the man,
That's what a fan told me,
Same old cat, get his Kangol
blown back, dissin' dame, dame don't rap

Shame on black, the so whack
Dame search for from in front of ya buildin'
Right to a hundred
Go ahead, pimpin', pimpin', go ahead, act up
Getcha on pimpin', if they actin' froggy

Tell 'em, back up off me, I down, clap the 40
Child, that's a story, I'm not in my category
Mess around, dame held Def Jam
So pardon my back, jackin' any hand pounds

Redneck found, tech, tech pound, duck, duck
Pump, pump shoot, shoot, get down, down
It may seem petty, but we all turn deadly
For green fetti, my team ready

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers,
bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
What's the word, y'all? that herb raw
Clap, that's the byrd

If the cops are comin', get to hop and
Quick and drop onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n
Put away herb raw, let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd

This ain't bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
Flippin' all the hard and back, 'em catch a heart attack
When you see the narcs attack, let me know, to clap
Clap,

A star a deal, Chapar be on chill
The car is DeVille, it's real ill, pardon the
It's foreign my nills, cruise the city the semi
All on skinnies, like I'm starvin' my wheels, uh

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers,
bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
What's the word, y'all? Flip that raw
Clap, that's the byrd

If the are comin', get to hop and runnin'
Quick and drop onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n
Put away that herb raw, let us the word or
Clap, that's the byrd