Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck, you know what we do ha?
We do what we been doin' nigga, we gon' load 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 what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this

I got it
I got it

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

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

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

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

Damn, dem niggaz pussy and jive, not in tha eye exam
ain't lookin' fa I, fa A and a K
I'll make ya 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 like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple
Cherry jelly, don't me get tha biscuit busta, yeah

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

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

You sleep in a field fa a dude
bust 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 body in sheets, put tha to em'
Make em' tha escalade
Put his feet in tha

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

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

Check my swag, I light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel like ground dog, I'm under 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, flip ya
Split ya windshield, whack ya baby
But I let tha kid

And people say I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil' nigga
Still ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal
Come on and get killed, this kid bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bitch from 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
it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new plan

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