Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me
Everyone knows I'm already good on the
Most of us stay strong, shit really bound us
I can go on my own making bombs rubber bands

my hard dance, I'ma need a man for romance
Streets are making 'em hard, so they little roamers
Jumping girl to girl, make us like burgers
When I get fat I'm pop me out some leaders

to be a Rocawear model
It really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle
Protocol to be a rocker on a
It didn't really drop that way, my were too evil

Now I got a little paper for later so I'm
something, better come, I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops, store in my stable
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my

got on the phone, said the street is coming to town
They wanna check my papers, see what I around
Credentials are boring, I burnt at the burial ground
They order me about I'm an outlaw the badlands

Put shots for later, so I'm stable
Live in trees, on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable
Bird flu get you, made it in my stable
From the crap you drop on my crop they pay you