Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

Yea shorty, you know what I'm bout'
I peepin' these out here they slippin' like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck, you 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 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 with this grind

I got it
I got it

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

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' then tha got em'
his tops to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the bottom just to make it to da
At the very bottom of da map,
Piranhas, every you at, you gotta wear a extra condom and a
Extra gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and 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 adjust in different
Stuck in a animal, runnin' wit my prime mates
You ain't did it 'til you done it 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 marks
You'nt come up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha they play dat in da club fa?

Shit 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
Father forgive me if I have to em' to you Lord
I'm just tryna tha shots dey send to da God
ridin' up high way to Heaven Boulevard

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

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

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

You sleep in a field fa a dude
I'll bust ya 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'
tie his body in sheets, put tha tires to em'
Make em' tha escalade
Put his in tha blades

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

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

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

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha nigga
Still ride on big wheels, you feelin' then
Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like
Say I'm slight bananas, I 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
Call it Lil' Weezyana, tha new plan

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