Luyện nghe bài hát Air Hoodlum

Yo, Chuck, you at, G?
I think he went upstairs,
A very mixture of noise
What Enemy producer Hank Shocklee calls
'Music's nightmare'

{Hey, a good kid}

Air
Check the
Air
Check the

{ Player, that can leap, with the best of

Risin' up in the 'Velt, Strong Island, New
The hood, in case you did not my base
was a ballplayer who had all the skills
Wit the pill to pay the piper, plus all the

his first name, Mack the awesome game
Practiced in the heat, in the or in pain
so quick, at six foot six
Down to be picked by but the Celtics

Oh, what a handle could score the floor
With people bangin' on him or even on him
But what he did best, above all the was

{A player that can leap, with the best of
{As a high school phenom, the Skywalker
I felt he could do to make this an basketball team}

Grades nine an' ten, Mack was all that
But in class, his ass sat way in the
How I know? 'Cause I know, I to flow wit the bro
He didn't mind I used to him his own headline

he could not read 'em, his school wouldn't need 'em
If the lines wouldn'ta went like
Mickey Mack over the candlestick
His stack was his stats but his D was still
eleven an' twelve, he found the wrong clientle an' all
Durin' class, he would dribble in the

But got in trouble in school, but the trouble was
It was cool if your brain was just bubble
As long as he could fiddy-two
Get rebounds, fuckin' around

Teams to him, he went right through 'em
Division, county, state, three, count 'em
Championships for a small bro
bound to go pro

{He gets free, on the jumper, good
Streak of lightning he breaks loose
We all in our hearts we could win this ballgame
They just required me to have the game that I

{I'm just, all I, that's all I, that's all I can say
all I can say, he hauled down fifteen rebounds
And kept the away from everybody
he had a triple double, a sensational player}

SATs matter 'cause he was all that
You know, the pat on the
He was always in the news, you gotta what it means
It revenue an' I'm tellin' you

I saw cars an' Gs to our school, please
Approach hell with the principal, where's the
Went to college years wit a scholarship
An' won the

But when it to his life, he didn't care
he took it to the air

{Cross and a hook, he scores, fouled
From the far corner, breaks and here's the jumper, good
There's the jumper, it's not gonna go, rebound back)

The began when Mickey Mack fell
Hell, ripped his knee, drafted by personnel
Oh, how he loved the game, it was
Until he was cut an' stick

Times got tighter an'
he had an attitude, was rude, so he turned into a
School wouldn't give him the job that he
Assistant to the assistant coach, didn't need it

Then he to a stick up kid
Ski-mask an' gat but this he wasn't good at
An' the on the side
Police ambushed his ride, another

He was over, ghost,
hero but now a zero
To hypocrites who ripped him blind
For his skills the will to develop his mind

Forever in the news the views him
as Air Hoodlum

{I don't understand it, the kid coulda been Jordan}