Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, the point of knocking me down?
Everyone I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong, shit really bound us
I can go on my own making bombs with bands

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

Protocol to be a Rocawear
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
something, better come, I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my

got on the phone, said the street is coming to town
They wanna my papers, see what I carry around
Credentials are boring, I them at the burial ground
They me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands

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