Luyện nghe bài hát Air Hoodlum

Yo, Chuck, you at, G?
I think he went upstairs,
A furious mixture of noise
What Public Enemy producer Hank calls
'Music's nightmare'

{Hey, he's a kid}

Air
Check the
Air
the elevation

{ Player, that can leap, with the of them}

Risin' up in the 'Velt, Island, New York
The hood, in case you did not know my
There was a who had all the skills
Wit the to pay the piper, plus all the bills

his first name, Mack the awesome game
Practiced in the heat, in the rain or in
Mick so quick, at six six
Down to be picked by anyone but the

Oh, a handle could score from the floor
With bangin' on him or even hangin' on him
But what he did best, above all the was

{A player that can leap, with the best of
{As a high school phenom, the himself
I felt he could do to make this an basketball team}

nine an' ten, Mickey Mack was all that
But in class, his ass sat way in the
How I know? I know, I used to flow wit the bro
He mind I used to read him his own headline

'Cause he could not read 'em, his wouldn't need 'em
If the wouldn'ta went like this
Mack jumped over the candlestick
His stack was his stats but his D was whack
Grades eleven an' twelve, he found the wrong an' all
Durin' class, he dribble in the hall

But got in trouble in school, but the trouble was
It was cool if your brain was just bubble
As long as he score fiddy-two
Get rebounds, fuckin' around

lost to him, he went right through 'em
Division, county, state, three, count 'em
Championships for a town bro
bound to go pro

{He free, turn on the jumper, good
of lightning when he breaks loose
We all felt in our hearts we could win ballgame
They required me to have the game that I did}

{I'm just, that's all I, all I, that's all I can say
all I can say, he hauled down fifteen rebounds
And kept the ball away from
Then he had a triple double, a player}

SATs didn't matter he was all that
You know, the pat on the
He was always in the news, you gotta know what it
It means an' I'm tellin' you

I saw cars an' Gs to our school, please
Approach hell the principal, where's the coach?
to college four years wit a scholarship
An' won the

But when it to his life, he didn't care
he took it to the air

{Cross and a hook, he scores, he's
From the far corner, West and here's the jumper, good
the jumper, it's not gonna go, rebound batted back)

The began when Mickey Mack fell
Hell, ripped his knee, last by personnel
Oh, how he the game, it was fantastic
he was cut an' couldn't stick

Times got tighter an'
he had an attitude, was rude, so he turned into a
School wouldn't give him the job that he
Assistant to the coach, they didn't need it

Then he to a stick up kid
an' gat but this game he wasn't good at
An' the drugs on the
Police his ride, another homicide

He was over, ghost,
Hometown but now a zero
To those who ripped him blind
For his skills the will to develop his mind

Forever in the news the views him
as Air Hoodlum

{I don't understand it, the kid coulda been another