Luyện nghe bài hát A Bird in The Hand

Say, look at this, I've been cleaning out my
And I an old book of my poetry

Fresh out of school I was a high school grad
to get a job 'cuz I was a high school dad
Wish I got by rappin' to the nation
But that's not likely, so here's my

it to the man at AT&T
'Cuz I was in school, I got the A.E.E.
Buth there's no S.C. for youngsta
I have no money so now I gotta punch the clock

Gotta and be half a man
The says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I clock G's
But welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order,

Gotta serve ya food that give you cancer
'Cuz my son take no for an answer
Now I pay that you never give me back
What diapers, bottles and Similac?

Do I have to sell me a whole crack
For decent and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help Bush
Or Jesse Jackson and Operation

If you ask me, the thing needs a douche
A Massingill, what the hell sell in the neighborhood?
To the corner house
Miss Porker, Little Joe and Bridges

Or that he know
So I got me a bird better as a kilo
Now everybody I went from po'
To a nigga got dough

So now you put the Feds me
I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
I'm never givin' again
But blacks are too fuckin' to be republican

Now I remember, I to be cool
Till I stopped out my W-2
Now senators are hired
And plan against the ghetto backfired

So now you got a pep
But sorry, this is our only room to
'Cause we don't a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth than a Bush

Tell the politicians, the
Live and let live,
the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live,