Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Bird

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

At night I see your light through my bedroom
But I got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't till I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday"
I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the 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 but don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass bird

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

Now, my here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the next
Now the four I was driving is than July
Looked up and see it whippin' in the sky

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

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

You know that I'm running, shit, I it humming
Fuck, I see it coming, is it a bird? Yup, is it a No
I hit me a right on El
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 it was my ten-four
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 hair and then put his hat 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
When they catch up with him, no what, but the
They hate, they a bigmouth even 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 make me bank you, you

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

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

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

All night, I heard the bird circle
While I was eating fish and watching
She said I sleep 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 Southbound on a service street
And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my out here
And figure out service street he suddenly turned off on
The sheriffs are, are, I know that sheriffs ground units got thrown off

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto