Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

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

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

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

Yeah, the rugged ass I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' from Bel Air to up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right in his corn
You shoulda never put me on mic, you was warned
I got chasin behind my path for garbage bags
Hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] like dat
I put it in chest and make your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world save ya
When I drop these chains on ya brain and ya
Once you was on a now ya gettin' ridiculed
is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a do a cross
Ain't no tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' [BACKWARDS] my language
Then they rap and vanish and the damage

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

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

To whom it may concern on mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya ya vest
Little shortys big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya chokin off a black
Rollin El's til your brain
Inhale sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin
You [BACKWARDS] want it, I'm burnin' up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin,
Black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin' like a
Bullshinanigans, country ass
frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat 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 gettin' no
Yeah, ha ha, is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,

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

My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother minnan right

Spit at the tissturn all L willing a-a-a-able,

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