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 Aight let's do it
You me to do the hook part too?
it out uh, check it out uh
Yeah it's that L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain't no doubt this, I'm settin' this [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, go like this here
it out

I'm [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin' their troops, they recoup from drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition
In the trenches, killin' for inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a
Electricute a for tryin' to bring the drama
I get more ass a toilet seat
So put your shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
mother[BACKWARDS] death wish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you stylish
It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, murder, when I step in the door run
For your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get
Or taste the toast and get your hung on a goalpost
Startin at'cha neck to ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to
I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and up your inside

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

Yeah, the rugged ass style I
They got the [BACKWARDS] from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his
You never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] 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] game dat
I put it in your chest and make your go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] in the world can't save ya
When I drop these chains on ya brain and ya
Once you was on a now ya gettin' ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a flow boss
makin' understand my language
Then they rap and vanish and the damage

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

And don't be gettin' no
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be 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 with big 40's talkin' loud, actin'
Bloaw! Now ya chokin off a black
El's til your brain swells
Inhale sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin
You [BACKWARDS] don't it, I'm burnin' up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin,
ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin' like a blade
Bullshinanigans, ass mannequins
frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] it
You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

Ha ha, is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that be gettin' no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is
I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,

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

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

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

Get mad in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that off right, uh