Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, the point of knocking me down?
Everyone knows I'm already good on the
Most of us stay strong, shit don't really us
I can go on my own making bombs rubber bands

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

Protocol to be a model
It really 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 paper for so I'm stable
something, better come, I could get cable
Ghetto pops, drops, store them in my stable
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my

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

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