Текст песни M.I.A. - Bird Flu
M.I.A. - Bird Flu слова песни
Текст песни M.I.A. - Bird Flu
BIG on the undergroundWhat's the point of knocking me down?Everybody knowsI'm already good on the ground( )Most of us stay strongShit don't really bound usThen I go on my ownMaking bombs with rubber bandsI have my hard downSo I need a man for romanceStreets are making em hardSo they selfish little roamersJumpin' girl to girlMake us meat like burgersWhen I get fatI'll pop me out some leadersA protocol to be a Rocawear model?It didn't really drop that wayMy legs hit the hurdleA protocol to be a rocker on a label?It didn't really drop that wayOur beats were too evilBut I put away paper for later so I'm stableA better something better comeSo I could get cableGhetto pops, food dropsI store them in my stableI cook em up , pop em downEat me it off ya a tableThe village got on the phoneSaid the street is comin' to townThey wanna check my papersSee what I carry aroundCredentials are boringI burnt them at the burial groundDon't order me aboutI'm an outlaw from the badlandPut away shots for laterSo I'm stableLive in trees chew on feetWatch lost on cableBird flu gonna get youMade it in my stableFrom the crap you dropOn my crop when they pay you.