Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you what I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so fuck, you know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do we been doin' nigga, we gon' load up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say em', nigga
Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo'
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, only key to is kill
If the elements murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest, get
And I got em' playin' dodge wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean hoodie
Get fucked ya play
Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't
And tha body shots hurt but tha head took em'

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' tha hollow-head got em'
Knock his to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we from the bottom just to make it to da bottom
At the very of da map, Louisiana
Piranhas, every where you at, you wear a extra condom and a
Extra gat, ya could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in
Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I his hand
Ya man on command in niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I adjust in different
Stuck in a animal, keep runnin' wit my mates
You ain't did it you done it like in fives states
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on
And in a drought I go on a diet and more
Lose all dat weight, a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt come up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they dat in da club fa?

Real I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war
No but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law
Father forgive em' fa dey not who dey pushin' Lord
forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord
I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey to da God
They up high way to Heaven Boulevard

Damn, dem niggaz and jive, not even in tha eye exam
They ain't fa I, fa A and a K
make ya face crook to tha side
Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you lookin' you jus lookin' high
And we hungry, you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you meringue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta,

What up You my distant brotha
Real shit nigga, same father different motha,
I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it
You not know me fa otha
I'm somethin' otha than people you
I'm fa real
I'm deeper skills, my speeches can kill
in peace

Yeah, you underdig, it's all about one thing nigga
If you bout money nigga come with us
If you ain't bout money get the from round us nigga
And whatever you we bout it
However you get it we can give it to ya nigga
bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and let's
Let me get it back, hey, hey

You sleep in a field fa a dude
I'll ya head to da meat
Turn ya mind 2 food, fa thought
Think, I ain't to you
I'll lie his body in grease, set to em'
I'll tie his in sheets, put tha tires to em'
Make em' tha escalade
Put his in tha blades

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and niggaz keep they
When I'm in tha wit Blake, watch
My nigga hungry, he'll eat tha
And if I ask tha homeboy, eat ya face, yeah
And he got me, you can ask
I'm like a table, I keep tha 8
My side pocket, wayz, when I pop it
a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

Yeah nigga, I em', I tell em' again shorty
If it about money
Get all the from round us
Fuck dat, I'm comin' bak

Check my swag, I travel light, dog, you play hard
And I gravel like dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog
Lay down laws me ground law but don't confuse me wit da law
Naw, but just confuse me wit my paw I am the Birdman J.R.
I ain't trippin' nigga, I play tha corner like Rip-Kin
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya
ya windshield, whack ya baby mama
But I let tha kid

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil'
ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal then
Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas bananas
Say I'm bananas, I blow a weekend in Havana
In my wit my bottom bitch from Savannah
Man a couldn't stop ya man, I'm man up and you not a man
I up, say I got my land, I'm tha man of my land
it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new plan

Yeah nigga, you some money get at me nigga
the only way
Dumb we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, nigga