Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

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

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

Protocol to be a Rocawear
It didn't really that way, my legs hit the hurdle
to be a rocker 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, store 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
are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground
They order me about I'm an outlaw from the

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