Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

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

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

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

Now I got a paper for later so I'm stable
something, better come, I could get cable
Ghetto pops, food drops, store in my stable
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my

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

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