Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me
Everyone knows I'm good on the ground
Most of us strong, shit don't 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 making 'em hard, so they selfish little
Jumping girl to girl, make us meat burgers
When I get fat I'm pop me out some leaders

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

Now I got a little paper for so I'm stable
Better something, better come, I could get
Ghetto pops, drops, store 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 check my papers, see what I carry around
are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground
They order me about I'm an outlaw from the

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