Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the of knocking me down?
knows I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong, shit really bound us
I can go on my own bombs with rubber bands

Have my dance, I'ma need a man for romance
Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish roamers
Jumping girl to girl, make us meat like
When I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some

Protocol to be a Rocawear
It really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle
Protocol to be a rocker on a
It didn't really drop that way, my were too evil

Now I got a little paper for so I'm stable
something, better come, I could get cable
Ghetto pops, drops, store them in my stable
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my

Village got on the phone, the street is coming to town
They wanna check my papers, see I carry around
Credentials are boring, I them at the burial ground
They order me about I'm an outlaw the badlands

Put away for later, so I'm stable
in trees, chew on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable
Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my
From the crap you drop on my crop when pay you