Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

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

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

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

Now I got a little paper for so I'm stable
Better something, better come, I get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops, them in my stable
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 burnt 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, watch on cable
Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my
From the crap you drop on my crop when pay you