Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Bird

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

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

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

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
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 I drove through every single hood

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

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
to holla, had to ditch the Impala

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

I it was my ten-four
Had to pull a 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 an hour
With the police chasing him, they're not be real happy
When 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 please give me the to the B.M.?
See, I want to gank you
But don't me bank you, thank you

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

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

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

All that night, I the bird circle
While I was eating 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, he's actually on a service street
And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm get my maps out here
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 punk-ass ghetto