Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

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

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa
And know I go hard to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' dodge ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John
Get fucked ya play
Haa, we hit em' up dey ain't lookin'
And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots em'

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' tha hollow-head got em'
Knock his to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we grind the bottom just to make it to da bottom
At the very bottom of da map,
Piranhas, every you at, you gotta wear a extra condom and a
gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in
Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I his hand
Ya man on in fronta 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 'til you it like in fives states
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on
And in a drought I go on a diet and stretch
Lose all dat weight, a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt even up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?

Real I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war
No religion but da cops swear dat 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 dodge tha shots dey send to da God
They ridin' up way to Heaven Boulevard

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

What up chizzle? You my distant
Real shit nigga, same different motha, shit
I skip tha and stick to keepin' it trill
You not know me fa otha
I'm otha than people you feel
I'm deeper fa
I'm deeper than skills, my can kill
in peace

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all one thing nigga
If you money nigga come fuck with us
If you bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we it
However you wanna get it we can 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 tryin' a
I'll bust ya to da meat
ya mind 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I lyin' to you
lie his body in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his body in sheets, put tha to em'
Make em' feel tha
Put his in tha blades

Damn, I'm tha in tha blaze and niggaz keep they ways
When I'm in tha streets wit Blake,
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 a pool table, I keep tha 8
My pocket, side wayz, when I pop it
a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' shorty
If it ain't money
Get all the fuck from us
Fuck dat, I'm comin' bak

Check my swag, I light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel like ground dog, I'm ground call me ground hog
Lay down laws call me ground law but confuse me wit da law
Naw, but just confuse me wit my paw because I am the 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
Split ya windshield, whack ya mama
But I let tha kid

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

nigga, you 'bout some money get at me nigga
Thats the way
Dumb shit we that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo