Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Call .J.R. Writer

(Spoken)
Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've asking.
you ready? Dipset, go! Writer

[JR (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, that herb raw
Clap....... the bird-call

If the cops are comin, get to hop n
Quick and that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
Put that herb raw, let us know the word whore
Clap........thats the

[JR
i be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit
so much in the order, its just leaving them sea sick
but its me in my V6, to skeet on her bead lips
they dont know, like im trying to keep her a
act wrong, chrome, passin me
next minute, shit im finished, she'll be it home
but i always keep a straggler, thats to bone
and run through a lap, faster than jones
man listen, i still got them grams tan pitchen,
corner to the kitchen
gained a fans having made the transition
but im still in the hood like a
no cat can match me, i'm passin fastly who half as
i got it from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky
but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just taffy
this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R know who they are
Niggas pay off
know to see yall
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like weighed off
Scrape off the
off the flakes
Dad make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me I'm adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal
I'll probably yours
because you off and I take off
Give me no space I want I takes,
I need I bleed and see
Bitch don't breathe on the weed
I'm fucking them birds
feeding them seeds that's creed you don't know about it,
full clip how I go about it, body,
hard body, I'm like got it yet

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SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you nigga.)
Damn,
In high you was the man homie
what a fan told me shiiiit
same old cat, get his clapped
brains blown back, is dame, but dame dont rap
shame on black, the game's so
dame sunk children
from in of yo buildin straight to a hudred million
bad pimpin pimpin, bad doggyy
getcha on pimpin, if they actin froggy
tell em back up off me, i come clappin forty
pow thats a story, not in my category
mess around, dame def jam down
supporting my back, jackin and left their pounds
red-neck found, tech tech
duck goose, pump pump shoot,
shoot lets get
it may petty,
but we all mean deadly
for green-fetti,
my whole team

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[JR
this ain't bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
flippin all the harder back, make them a heart attack
when you see the narcs attack know, start to clap, clap ,clap
but start with he deals, your pa be on
the car is DeVille, is ill
heart in the grill its far in my
Cruise the with the semi or the celly
on like i'm starving my wheels

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