Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the of knocking me down?
Everyone knows I'm already good on the
Most of us strong, shit don't 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 selfish roamers
girl to girl, make us meat like burgers
When I get fat I'm pop me out some leaders

to be a Rocawear model
It really 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 paper for later so I'm stable
something, better 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 them at the burial ground
They me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands

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