Luyện nghe bài hát Byrd Call

Yo, JR, they've waitin' for you, dawg
They've askin'
You You up, motherfucker, DipSet, let's go

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

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

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

on chrome, passin' me dome
Next minute, shit, I'm finished, she'll be it home
But I keep a straggler that's known to bone
And run through a lap, faster than Marion

Man, listen, I got the grams flippin'
Tan pitchin', corner to the kitchen
a couple fans, had to make a transition
But I'm in the hood like your transmission

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

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

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

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

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

Tell 'em, up off me, I come down, clap the 40
Child, a badder 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, shoot, shoot, let's get down, down
It may seem petty, but we all mean deadly
For fetti, my whole team ready

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

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

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

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

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

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