Luyện nghe bài hát All Birds

(Intro - Ross)
Walk a real nigga
made millionaire
What more could you ask

(Rick Ross)
I'm a in a Maserati
I'm a John got my own army
Worth 50 million and all on me
50 on my knowing yours phony
problem I had a nigga headshot him
Say the word on the street is my man got him
If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear him
I got Lears and all don't need Aaliyah
May she her soul I got a sleeping problem
All my CD's gold but the darker
Bastard child but I got fleet of
G this little thing of ours
Take it to the motherfucker plea
Niggas on your crib while your momma sleep
Home cooked meals for the real
Hot tech 9 for you little
shoplift come and boost this
We run the fucking game truth is
Cargo and my red bottoms
Talking bout you know the boy got em
(Hook)
No in the closet it's all birds
No in the sneaker box it's all birds
No in the trunk man it's all birds
and I going back, I'ma ball first

(French Montana)
Anything you you know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay making while he getting sleep
Cars European come and see the
commercial come and see us if you need the street
I'ma bring it nigga bet the bank
Sierra Leone all up in the
Bout to double up, Mason Betha
Huddle up round table King shit
ass fat she can't stand straight
Spent your down on my landscape
Niggas like the phantom doors
round drum sound like round of applause
Slicker a can of grease
Paid the state and the ice a hundred a piece
Coke boy I be 30 for a now
damn near same price as dope now
(Hook)
No clothes in the closet it's all
No sneakers in the box it's all birds
No in the trunk man it's all birds
and I ain't going back, I'ma ball