Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Bird

Why, oh why must you swoop through the
everybody from the hood is up to no good
You think all the around here are trickin'
Up there lookin' Superchicken

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

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

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

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

Saw a with numbers on the bottom
Calling all cars, I think got 'em
I hit the gas and I mashed Inglewood
I think I drove through every single

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bust me a left from
the 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my home girl's and got a hug man
She helped me run like Tubman

out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the on a flatbed
Then the light the bird hit me in the face
I close the blinds 'cause I wanna catch a case

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

Which way is he going
Okay, now, now he's, he's actually Southbound on a street
And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out
And figure out which street he suddenly turned off on
The sheriffs are, are, well I know sheriffs ground units got thrown off

Motherfuck you and your ghetto bird