Luyện nghe bài hát Birdcall

Yo J.R.
They been for you dawg
They been
You
You up
Dipset, go
Writer!

[HOOK:JR
To all my hustlers, smugglers
Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot
What's the ya'll, flip that erb raw
Clap (clap clap) the bird call

If the cops are coming, get the hopping,
Quick & drop that onion, ain't no young'n
Put that erb raw, let's us know the word or
Clap (clap clap) that's the call

[JR
I still be where the weed in the p's with the tree's lit
So water in the order it's just leaving em' sea sick
Skeet in my V-6 skeet on a b lips
Down low like i'm tryna her a secret
Acura on chrome, passing me
Next minute i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home
But I always keep a straggler known
To bone & run to a lap than Marion Jones
Man I still got them grams flippin, tan pitch it
Corner to the kitchen
Gained a couple fans had to make a
But i'm still in the like a transmission
No cat can match me i'm passing fastly who's as nasty?
I got it from here all the way to cackalacky
But keep a mack for scrappy thinking it's just taffy
Shit beat'll be the only thing clapping at me

[Lil'
man JR and J.R.
Pigeons know who they are, niggas pay off
Snitches know the say all, if on the radar
I'm at it I get it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight off (yeah)
Scrape off the plates, shake off the
Bag daddy make all the
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm
But can't see me... Ray Charles
I steal whores, probably take yours
Cause you off, and I take off
Give me no space, ever I wan't I take
What ever I I bleed & succeed bitch nigga don't
breath on the weed, i'm with them birds withought feeding em' seeds
green, you don't know about it
full clip how I go it, for body, hard body i'm like God got em', yeah

Damn
In school you was the man homey, that's what a fan told me
Shit, same ole cat, get his kangol
Brains blown back, dissing Dame, Dame rap
Shame on black, the so wack
Dame you children
From infront of ya right to a hundred million
Dead pimpin pimpin, dead actor
Get ya limp off pimpin, if they acting
Tell em' up off me, I come down clap the 40
Cal, that's a story, i'm not in my catagory
around, Dame held Def Jam down
So my back, jackin in em' left hand pounds
Red neck found, tech tech pound, duck goose
pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down)
It may seem petty, but we all turn deadly
For green fetti, my whole team

[Exit JR Writer]
ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
Flippin all the hard and back, make em' catch a attack
When u see the narc's attack, know, start to clap
(Clap Clap).. i'm here
A star with a deal, shit pa be on
The car is Deville, it's ill pardon the grill
foreign my nillz
Cruise the with the semi all silly on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels
uh!