Luyện nghe bài hát Air Hoodlum

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

{Hey, a good kid}

Air
Check the
Air
the elevation

{ Player, that can leap, 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 pill to pay the piper, plus all the

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

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

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

nine an' ten, Mickey Mack 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 mind I used to read him his own headline

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

But never got in in school, but the trouble was
It was if your brain was just another bubble
As long as he could score
Get thirty-three rebounds, 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
Streak of lightning when he loose
We all in our hearts we could win this ballgame
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 matter 'cause he was all
You know, the pat on the
He was in the news, you gotta know what it means
It means an' I'm tellin' you

I saw cars an' Gs to our school, please
hell with the principal, where's the coach?
Went to college four 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, breaks West and the jumper, good
There's the jumper, not gonna go, rebound batted back)

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

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 coach, they didn't need it

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

He was over, ghost,
Hometown but now a zero
To those hypocrites who ripped him
For his skills without the will to his mind

Forever in the news the views him
as Air Hoodlum

{I understand it, the kid coulda been another Jordan}