Luyện nghe bài hát Air Hoodlum

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

{Hey, he's a good

Air
the elevation
Air
Check the

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

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

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

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

{A player that can leap, with the of them
{As a high school phenom, the himself
I felt he could do to 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 school need 'em
If the lines went like this
Mickey Mack jumped the candlestick
His was his stats but his D was still whack
eleven an' twelve, he found the wrong clientle 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 another bubble
As long as he could score
Get thirty-three rebounds, fuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he resorted to a up kid
Ski-mask an' gat but game he wasn't good at
An' the on the side
Police his ride, another homicide

He was over, ghost,
hero 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 don't understand it, the kid coulda another Jordan}