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 bombs with rubber bands

Have my dance, I'ma need a man for romance
Streets are 'em hard, so they selfish little roamers
Jumping to girl, make us meat like burgers
I get fat I'm gon' 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 rocker on a
It didn't really drop way, my beats were too evil

Now I got a little paper for later so I'm
Better something, better come, I 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 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 the badlands

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