Luyện nghe bài hát Byrd Call

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

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 that onion, no stoppin' young'n
Put away that herb raw, let us know the or
Clap, that's the byrd

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 tryin' to her a secret

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 through a lap, than Marion Jones

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

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

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
and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'n
Put that herb raw, let us know the word or
Clap, that's the call

Damn, homey, in school, you was the man, homey
That's what a fan told me,
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
Brains blown back, 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 limp on pimpin', if actin' froggy

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

Redneck found, tech, pound, duck, duck goose
Pump, pump shoot, shoot, let's get down,
It may petty, but we all turn mean deadly
For green fetti, my whole ready

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers,
bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
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, no stoppin' young'n
Put away that herb raw, let us the word or
Clap, that's the byrd

This only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest 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 with a deal, Chapar be on chill
The car is DeVille, real ill, pardon the grill
It's foreign my nills, the city with 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, Flip that herb raw
Clap, that's the byrd

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