Luyện nghe bài hát Air Hoodlum

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

{Hey, he's a good

Air
Check the
Air
the elevation

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

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

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

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

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

Grades nine an' ten, Mickey Mack was all
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 school need 'em
If the wouldn'ta went like this
Mickey Mack jumped the candlestick
His stack was his but his D was still whack
Grades eleven an' twelve, he found the clientle an' all
Durin' class, he would dribble in the

But got in trouble in school, but the trouble was
It was cool if your was just another bubble
As long as he could fiddy-two
Get thirty-three rebounds, around

Teams lost to him, he right through 'em
Division, county, state, three, count 'em
Championships for a small 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 game I did}

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

SATs matter 'cause he was all that
You know, the pat on the
He was always in the news, you gotta what it means
It means an' I'm tellin' you

I saw cars an' Gs to our school, please
Approach hell 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
'Cause he it to the air

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

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

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

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

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

Forever in the the community views him
Only as Air

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