Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me
Everyone I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong, shit really bound us
I can go on my own bombs with rubber bands

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

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

Now I got a little for later 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 check my papers, see I carry around
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the ground
They order me about I'm an outlaw the badlands

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