Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the point of me down?
Everyone knows I'm already on the ground
Most of us stay strong, shit don't really us
I can go on my own making bombs with rubber

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

Protocol to be a model
It didn't drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle
to be a rocker 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
Better something, come, I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my

Village got on the phone, said the street is to town
They wanna check my papers, see I carry around
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the ground
They order me I'm an outlaw from the badlands

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