Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the point of 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 making with rubber bands

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

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

Now I got a paper 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 what I carry
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the ground
They order me about I'm an outlaw the badlands

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