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 Shocklee
'Music's nightmare'

{Hey, he's a good

Air
the elevation
Air
the elevation

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

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

Mick his first name, Mack the awesome
Practiced in the heat, in the or in pain
Mick so quick, at six 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 he did best, above all the rest was

{A player can leap, with the best of them
{As a school phenom, the Skywalker himself
I felt he could do to make this an effective 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 didn't I used to read him his own headline

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

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

Teams lost to him, he went right 'em
Division, county, state, that's three, 'em
Championships for a small bro
bound to go pro

{He gets free, turn on the jumper,
Streak of lightning when he breaks
We all felt in our hearts we could win this
They just required me to have the that I did}

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

SATs didn't 'cause he was all that
You know, the pat on the
He was always in the news, you gotta know what it
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 it came 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 West and here's the jumper,
There's the jumper, it's not gonna go, rebound back)

The began when Mickey Mack fell
Hell, his knee, drafted 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 into a fighter
wouldn't give him the job that he needed
Assistant to the assistant coach, they didn't it

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

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

Forever in the news the community him
as Air Hoodlum

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