Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Bird

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

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

Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military
But we want you, standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
So fly like an eagle but follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make sure it's
you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tried to get to the hood, and you might
That a fool like me woulda Cyrus
Incognito, Eagle
Saying, "Fuck, did he go?"

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

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

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

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

Motherfuck you and your ghetto bird