Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

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

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

Protocol to be a model
It didn't drop that way, my legs 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 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, said the street is coming to
They wanna my papers, see what I carry around
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the ground
They order me about I'm an from the badlands

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