Luyện nghe bài hát Air Hoodlum

Yo, Chuck, you at, G?
I think he upstairs, y'know
A very mixture of noise
What Enemy producer Hank Shocklee calls
'Music's nightmare'

{Hey, he's a good

Air
Check the
Air
Check the

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

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

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

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

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

Grades nine an' ten, Mickey was all that
But in class, his ass sat way in the
How I 'Cause I know, I used to flow wit the bro
He didn't 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 clientle an' all
Durin' class, he would dribble in the

But never got in in school, but the trouble was
It was cool if your was just another bubble
As long as he could fiddy-two
Get rebounds, fuckin' around

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

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

just, that's all I, that's all I, that's all I can say
That's all I can say, he hauled down rebounds
And kept the away from everybody
he had a triple double, a sensational player}

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

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

But it came to his life, he didn't care
'Cause he it to the air

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

The began when Mickey Mack fell
Hell, his knee, drafted last by personnel
Oh, how he loved the game, it was
Until he was cut an' stick

Times got an' tighter
he had an attitude, was rude, so he turned a fighter
School wouldn't give him the job he needed
Assistant to the assistant coach, 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 ambushed his ride, another

He was over, ghost,
Hometown hero but now a
To those who ripped him blind
For his without the will to develop his mind

Forever in the news the views him
Only as Air

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