🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Bird Flu - M.I.A

 Big on the 
 What's the point  knocking me down?
 Everybody knows
 I'm already good  the ground
 
 Most of us stay 
 Shit don't really bound 
 Then I go  my own
 Making bombs with  bands
 
 I have my  down
 So I need a man  romance
 Streets  making em hard
  they selfish little roamers
 Jumpin' girl  girl
 Make  meat like burgers
 When I  fat
 I'll pop me out  leaders
 
 A protocol  be a Rocawear model?
  didn't really drop that way
 My legs hit  hurdle
 
 A protocol to be a rocker on  label?
 It didn't really  that way
 my beats  too evil
 
 But I put away paper for later so  stable
 A better something  come
 So I could get 
 Ghetto  food drops
 stored  in my stable
 cook em up , pop em 
 Eat em off ya 
 
 The  got on the phone
 Said the  is comin' to town
 They wanna  my papers
 See what I carry 
  are boring
  burnt them at the burial ground
 Don't  me about
 I'm an  from the badland
 
 Put away shots for 
 So  stable
  in trees chew on feet
  lost on cable
 Bird flu gonna get 
 Made it in my 
 From the  you drop
 On my  when they pay you.