Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call

Quack,

I'm chilling for an hour, weed, watching Worldstar
in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car
You ain't a rapper, of course, never y'all
I just a punchline, so now I need a bird call
Hit your in the face with a Nerf Ball
I'm dealing with some shit that really don't y'all
Punch a fan if you get a fucking word
I'm wavy, get me some that you can surf on
Finding me a bitch I can on
Frank Thomas homie, to put the hurt on
bitch a night light in bed, she turned on
Throw weed, tell her burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn one, one
Burn one, burn one, burn one, one

Yea, I to give a fuck about success
Now I just want to see Mila Kunis
Hope she down for buttsex, it will be a cum
Sorry that's shit I had to confess
Crazy ass doing 911 threats
in the game smoking Newport Hundreds
Now I'm at the top and the fit
Gold on my
Surrounded by some pussy, drown in
Got that wet pack, bitch come and me that
You know we want to know where titties at
Got 'em gassed, be asking what I'm cooking with
Have your little brother asking moms the pussy is
Corruption, stuntin' at the
Your girl pussy smell like Sour & Onion
Pay attention, you learn something
Roll weed up, burn one

Burn one, burn one, one, burn one
Burn one, burn one, one, burn one