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

(Spoken)
Yo J.R?, they've waitin' for you dog. they've been 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....... thats the

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

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

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons who they are
gotta pay off
Snitches know to see
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint like getting weighed off
Scrape off the
off the flakes
Dad make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way hate me like I'm adolf,
But cant see me, Ray Charles
I whores
I'll take yours
because you peel off and I off
me no space whatever I want I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
Bitch nigga breathe on the weed
I'm with them birds
without them seeds that's creed you don't know about it,
full clip how I go about it, body,
hard body, I'm ya'll got it yet

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

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

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