Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

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

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

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

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

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

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