Luyện nghe bài hát Air Hoodlum

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

{Hey, he's a kid}

Air
Check the
Air
Check the

{ Player, that can leap, with the best of

up in the 'Velt, Strong Island, New York
The hood, in you did not know my base
There was a ballplayer who had all the
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
so quick, at six foot six
Down to be picked by but the Celtics

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

{A player that can leap, the best of them
{As a high school phenom, the himself
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? 'Cause I know, I to flow wit the bro
He didn't mind I used to him his own headline

he could not read 'em, his school wouldn't need 'em
If the lines wouldn'ta went this
Mickey jumped over 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 got in trouble in school, but the trouble was
It was cool if your brain was just bubble
As long as he could score
Get thirty-three rebounds, fuckin'

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

{He gets free, on the jumper, good
Streak of when he breaks 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, that's all I, all I can say
all I can say, he hauled down fifteen rebounds
And kept the ball away everybody
Then he had a triple double, a 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 revenue an' I'm you

I saw cars an' Gs come to our school,
Approach hell the principal, where's the coach?
Went to college four years wit a
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, fouled
From the far corner, breaks 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, last by personnel
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 a fighter
School wouldn't give him the job that he
Assistant to the coach, they didn't need it

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

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

Forever in the news the community him
as Air Hoodlum

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