Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Bird

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

At night I see light through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and
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, standin' on my roof with the launcher
So fly an eagle but don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make sure heard
you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

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

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

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

Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, come 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 hear it
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 ditch the

see if they would follow
Me, hit a fence, hit a and another
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 strap on a fool 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 nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour
With the police chasing him, they're not gonna be happy
When they catch up him, no matter what, but the
They hate, they a bigmouth even worse

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

to get to the hood, and you might guess
That a fool me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Eagle
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 helped me run like Harriet

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

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

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

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto