Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Bird

Why, oh why you swoop through the hood
Like everybody from the hood is up to no
You think all the girls around here are
Up there like Superchicken

At night I see light through my bedroom window
But I got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday"
I'm clown 'cause every time that the pigs have got me

Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi force
But we don't want you, on my roof with the rocket launcher
So fly like an eagle but don't follow us we go
The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto

Run, run, run from the ghetto
Run, run, run from the bird

Now, my homies here to on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four
Now the four I was driving is hotter than
Looked up and didn't see it in the sky

Saw a chopper numbers on the bottom
Calling all cars, I we've got 'em
I hit the gas and I past Inglewood
I think I drove through single hood

South Central, Compton and
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the
Wish I had a genie with about wishes
Metal flake on D's, I look suspicious

You know I'm running, shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I see it coming, is it a bird? Yup, is it a No
I hit me a on El Segundo
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the

Let's see if would follow
Me, hit a fence, hit a and another
Met me a baby pitbull and his
Ran up in some house and looked out of the window

I wish it was my
Had to a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

Just put his hat, he combed his and then put his hat back on
He's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 an hour
With the police chasing him, they're not gonna be real
When they catch up him, no matter what, but the
They hate, they hate a bigmouth worse

Bird's on his way and I don't wanna see him
Could you please give me the to the B.M.?
See, I didn't to gank you
But don't me bank you, thank you

to get to the hood, and you might guess
That a fool like me woulda shot
Incognito, Ghetto
Saying, "Fuck, did he go?"

I me a left from Rubellon
the 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my home house and got a hug man
She me run like Harriet Tubman

Looked out the by the black bed
I saw the and the four on a flatbed
Then the light the bird hit me in the face
I close the blinds 'cause I didn't catch a case

All that night, I heard the circle
While I was eating fish and Urkel
She said I could on the couch
By two a.m. I was digging her out, fuck the ghetto

Which way is he now?
Okay, now, now he's, he's Southbound on a service street
And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm get my maps out here
And out which service street he suddenly turned off on
The sheriffs are, are, I know that sheriffs ground units got thrown off

you and your punk-ass ghetto bird