Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flu

Big on the underground, what's the point of me down?
Everyone I'm already good on the ground
Most of us stay strong, shit don't bound us
I can go on my own making bombs with bands

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

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

Now I got a little for later so I'm stable
Better something, come, I could get cable
pops, food drops, store 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
wanna check my papers, see what I carry around
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial
order me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands

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