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, rock smugglers,
Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot
the word, y'all? Flip 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 herb raw, let us the word or
Clap, that's the call

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

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

Man, listen, I still got the grams
Tan pitchin', corner to the damn
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, who's half as
I got it from here, all the way to Cakalakie
But keep a mac for scrappies thinkin' just Laffy Taffy
Shit, this beat'll be the only clappin' at me

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 byrd

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

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

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

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

To all my hustlers, smugglers, strugglers
Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot
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 that onion, ain't no young'n
Put away that raw, let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd

This ain't only bars and tracks, 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 a deal, Chapar be on chill
The car is DeVille, it's ill, pardon the grill
It's my nills, cruise 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, y'all? Flip that raw
Clap, that's the call

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