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 word ya'll, flip erb raw
(clap clap) that's the bird call

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

[JR
I still be where the weed flip in the p's the tree's lit
So much water in the order it's leaving em' sea sick
Skeet in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b
Down low like i'm keep her a secret
Acura on chrome, passing me
Next minute shit i'm she'll be flaggin it home
But I always a straggler that's known
To & run to a lap faster than Marion Jones
Man listen I still got them flippin, tan pitch it
to the damn kitchen
Gained a couple fans had to make a
But i'm still in the hood a transmission
No cat can match me i'm passing fastly who's half as
I got it locked 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 cause I get it on my day off nothing like getting weight off (yeah)
off the plates, shake off the flakes
Bag make all the cake
I lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm Adolf
But ya'll can't see me... Ray
I steal whores, i'll probably yours
Cause you off, and I take off
Give me no space, what I wan't I take
What ever I need I bleed & succeed bitch nigga
breath on the weed, i'm fucking with them birds withought em' seeds
that's green, you know about it
full clip how I go it, for body, hard body i'm like God got em', yeah

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

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