Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin'
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 doin' nigga, we gon' load up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say em', nigga
Keep shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loading' 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 with grind

I got it
I got it

Capitol, only key to survive is kill
If the elements murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And niggaz know I go to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' playin' dodge ball wit
Yeah, I got the sawed off, in the Sean John hoodie
Get fucked ya pussy
Haa, we hit em' up while dey lookin'
And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots em'

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' then tha got em'
Knock his tops to his Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the just 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 actin' a man and niggaz in
Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I backed his
Ya man on command in niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I in different climates
in a animal, keep runnin' 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 I go on a diet and stretch more
Lose all dat weight, a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt even 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 religion but da cops swear dat I'ma law
Father forgive em' fa dey not who dey pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you
I'm just tryna dodge tha dey send to da God
ridin' up high way to Heaven Boulevard

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

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

Yeah, you underdig, shorty all about one thing nigga
If you bout money nigga come with us
If you ain't bout money get the fuck from us nigga
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 and ya nuts on the concrete and let's roll
Let me get it back, hey, hey

You sleep in a field fa tryin' a
bust ya head to da meat
Turn ya mind 2 food, food fa
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 streets wit Blake,
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 a pool table, I keep tha 8
My side pocket, wayz, when I pop it
Leave a side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

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

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

And people say I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil' nigga
Still on big wheels, you feelin' animal then
on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a weekend in
In my Gabana wit my bottom 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 some get at me nigga
Thats the way
Dumb we bout that get at me
roll solo, dolo nigga