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

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

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

If the are comin, get to hop n runnin
Quick and drop that onion, no stoppin youngin
Put away that herb raw, let us know the word
Clap........thats the

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

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[Lil'
SpokenYeah, I'm now)
Birdman Jr. and J.R know who they are
Niggas pay off
Snitches know to see
If on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin getting weighed off
off the plates
Shake off the
Dad daddy 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 off and I take off
Give me no space I want I takes,
whatever I I bleed and see
nigga don't breathe on the weed
I'm fucking them birds
without feeding them 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 what a fan me shiiiit
same old cat, get his Kangol
brains blown back, is dame, but dame dont rap
on black, the game's 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 actin
tell em back up off me, i come clappin forty
pow thats a badder story, not in my
mess around, dame held def jam
supporting my back, jackin and they left pounds
found, tech tech pound
duck duck goose, pump shoot,
shoot lets get
it may petty,
but we all turn mean
for green-fetti,
my whole team

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

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