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, Flip 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 stoppin'
Put away that raw, let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd

I still be the weed flip, in the P's wit the trees lit
So much water in the order, it's leavin' 'em seasick
Wit a ski in my V6, to skeet 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, be flaggin' it home
But I always keep a straggler that's to bone
And run through a lap, faster than Marion

Man, listen, I still got the grams
Tan pitchin', corner to the damn
Gained a couple fans, had to a transition
But I'm in the hood 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 scrappies thinkin' it's Laffy 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? Flip 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 that herb 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,
old cat, get his Kangol clapped
Brains blown back, dame, dame don't rap

Shame on black, the game's so
Dame search for children from in of ya buildin'
Right to a million
Go ahead, pimpin', pimpin', go ahead, act up
limp 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 left pounds

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

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 stoppin'
Put away that herb raw, let us the word or
Clap, the byrd call

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 star with a deal, be on chill
The car is DeVille, it's real ill, pardon the
It's foreign my nills, the city with the semi
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? that herb raw
Clap, that's the byrd

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