Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real
Ya just wanna go to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or nothin'? let's do it
You want me to do the hook part
it out uh, check it out uh
Yeah it's that L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin' [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
it out

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] against the up out their boots
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup from acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the to make a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, cringes
In the trenches, killin' for inches
to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for to bring the drama
I get ass than a toilet seat
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my
Your mother[BACKWARDS] death will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't
mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, murder, when I step in the door run
For your life, get ghost
Or taste the toast and get your hung on a goalpost
at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower gets wet
get ripped and then your thighs start to slide
I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your

And don't be gettin' no
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam love, a jam that'cha love

Yeah, the rugged ass style I
got the [BACKWARDS] goin' from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right in his corn
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for bags
to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my game like dat
I put it in your chest and make heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't ya
When I drop chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya ridiculed
is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin like a cracker do a cross
no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' [BACKWARDS] understand my
Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the

To whom it may concern,
gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be no airplay
(A jam love that don't be gettin' no airplay)
I wanna do one right yo

And don't be no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha

To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS]
I got the zest to clip ya through ya
shortys with big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you jacks
You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin,
Black ass New York choppin' like a blade
Bullshinanigans, ass mannequins
Mother[BACKWARDS] and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] it
What? You a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

Ha ha, is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin wreck in here,

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word,
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] boys, you just gotta laugh at
Mother
Ha ha, uh
A jam that'cha that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
Yeah, I wanna it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around

My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right

Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L a-a-a-able,

Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS],
My [BACKWARDS] give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set [BACKWARDS] off right, uh