Luyện nghe bài hát Byrd Call

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

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

If the cops are comin', get to hop and
Quick and drop that onion, no stoppin' young'n
Put away that 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 in the order, it's just leavin' 'em seasick
Wit a ski in my V6, tryin' to on a B lips
Down low, like I'm to keep her a secret

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

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

No cat match 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 scrappies thinkin' it's just Laffy
Shit, this beat'll be the only thing at me

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

Damn, homey, in school, you was the man, homey
what a fan told me, shit
Same old cat, get his Kangol
Brains blown back, dissin' dame, dame rap

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

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

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

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

If the cops are comin', get to hop and
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

ain't only 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, start to
Clap,

A star with a deal, Chapar be on
The car is DeVille, it's ill, pardon the grill
It's foreign my nills, cruise the city with the
All on skinnies, like I'm starvin' 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 cops are comin', get to hop and
Quick and drop onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n
Put that herb raw, let us know the word or
Clap, that's the call