Luyện nghe bài hát Air Hoodlum

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

{Hey, he's a good

Air
the elevation
Air
the elevation

{ Player, that can leap, with the best of

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

Mick his first name, Mack the awesome
Practiced in the heat, in the rain or in
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, all the rest was

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

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

But never got in trouble in school, but the was
It was cool if your brain was just another
As as he could 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
Streak of lightning when he breaks
We all in our hearts we could win this ballgame
They required me to have the game 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 down fifteen rebounds
And kept the ball from everybody
Then he had a triple double, a player}

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

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

But when it came to his life, he 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
There's the jumper, it's not go, rebound batted back)

The fall began Mickey Mack fell
Hell, ripped his knee, drafted last by
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 into a fighter
School wouldn't give him the job he needed
Assistant to the assistant coach, didn't need it

Then he resorted to a up kid
Ski-mask an' gat but this game he good at
An' the on the side
Police his ride, another homicide

He was over, ghost,
Hometown but now a zero
To those hypocrites who ripped him
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 coulda been Jordan}