Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

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

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

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

Now I got a little for later so I'm stable
Better something, better come, I 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, said the is coming to town
wanna check my papers, see what I carry around
Credentials are boring, I burnt at the burial 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 on cable
Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my
From the you drop on my crop when they pay you