Luyện nghe bài hát Bm J.r.

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

I got it
I got it

Capitol, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you, tha will, fa real
And niggaz 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 John hoodie
Get fucked ya pussy
Haa, we hit em' up while dey lookin'
And tha body shots hurt but tha shots took 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 bottom just to make it to da
At the very of da map, Louisiana
Piranhas, every where you at, you gotta wear a condom and a
Extra gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and in
Pakistan, on ya man, I backed 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 runnin' wit my prime
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 and stretch more
all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt come up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they play dat in da fa?

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

Damn, dem pussy and jive, not even in tha eye exam
They lookin' fa I, fa A and a K
make ya face crook to tha side
Now when you smilin' gotta look from 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, custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta,

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

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all about one thing
If you bout money come fuck with us
If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us
And whatever you bout we it
However you get it we can give 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 in a field fa tryin' a dude
I'll 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 body in sheets, put tha to em'
em' feel tha escalade
Put his in tha blades

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 a pool table, I keep tha 8
My side pocket, wayz, when I pop it
a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I em' again shorty
If it about 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 ground call me ground hog
Lay down laws me ground law but don't 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 baby
But I let tha kid

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

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