Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they like they ain't bout
no more man, so what fuck, you know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doin' nigga, we gon' up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em',
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 blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, only key to survive is
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 John hoodie
Get ya play pussy
Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't
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 of da map, Louisiana
Piranhas, where 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 backed his
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, runnin' wit my prime mates
You did it 'til 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, leave a nigga wit stretch
even come up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck play dat in da club fa?

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

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

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

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

You in a field fa tryin' a dude
I'll bust ya head to da
Turn ya mind 2 food, food fa
Think, I lyin' 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' feel tha
Put his feet in tha

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha 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 like a table, I keep tha 8
My side pocket, side wayz, I pop it
a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I em' again shorty
If it ain't about
Get all the fuck round us
dat, I'm comin' bak gurl

Check my swag, I light, sound dog, you play hard
And I like ground dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog
Lay laws call 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 trippin' nigga, I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, ya vehicle
Split ya windshield, whack ya mama
But I let tha kid

And people say that I am a kid still, tha lil' nigga
Still ride on big wheels, you feelin' then
Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a weekend in
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch Savannah
Man a train couldn't 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 Weezyana, that's tha new plan

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