Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the of knocking me down?
knows I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong, don't really bound us
I can go on my own bombs with rubber bands

my hard dance, I'ma need a man for romance
Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish little
Jumping girl to girl, make us meat burgers
When I get fat I'm pop me out some leaders

to be a Rocawear model
It didn't drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle
Protocol to be a on a label
It didn't really drop way, my beats were too evil

Now I got a little for later so I'm stable
something, better come, I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops, them in my stable
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my

got on the phone, said the street is coming to town
They wanna check my papers, see what I carry
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the ground
They order me about I'm an outlaw the badlands

Put away for later, so I'm stable
Live in trees, on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable
Bird flu get you, made it in my stable
the crap you drop on my crop when they pay you