Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

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

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

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

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

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

Put shots for later, so I'm stable
Live in trees, 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