Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

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

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

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

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

Village got on the phone, said the street is coming to
They check my papers, see what I carry around
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the ground
They order me I'm an outlaw from the badlands

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