Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Bird

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

At night I see your through my bedroom 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 clown 'cause every time that the have got me

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

Run, run, run from the bird
Run, run, run from the 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
up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky

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

South Central, Compton and
Long Beach, a U, here come the cops
I had a genie with about three wishes
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 and looked out of the window

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

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

Officer Bird's on his way and I wanna see him
you please give 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 guess
That a fool like me shot Cyrus
Incognito, Eagle
Saying, "Fuck, did he go?"

I bust me a from 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
the light from the bird 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 said I sleep on the couch
By two a.m. I was digging her out, the ghetto bird

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

Motherfuck you and punk-ass ghetto bird