Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Bird

Why, oh why you swoop through the hood
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 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 'cause every time that the pigs have got me

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

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

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

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

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

You know 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 right on El
Wanted to holla, had to the Impala

see if they would follow
Me, hit a fence, hit a and another
Met me a baby and his mother
Ran up in some people's house and looked out of the

I it was my ten-four
Had to pull a on a fool named Louis the Third
'Cuz I'm getting chased by the bird

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

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

Tried to get to the hood, and you might
That a like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto
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 window by the bed
I saw the pigs and the on a flatbed
Then the light the bird hit me in the face
I close the blinds I didn't wanna catch a case

All that night, I heard the bird
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 on a service street
And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out
And figure out which service street he suddenly off on
The sheriffs are, are, well I know sheriffs ground units got thrown off

Motherfuck you and your ghetto bird