Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real
Ya just go straight to dat? Aight
You wanna mix it or nothin'? Aight let's do it
You me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uh, it out uh
Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, 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' against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
throwin' their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, cringes
In the trenches, for mere inches
to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toilet
So put your shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother[BACKWARDS] wish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't
It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson from 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 [BACKWARDS] on a goalpost
at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then thighs start to slide
I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up inside

And don't be no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
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 style I
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right in his corn
You never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin my path for garbage bags
Hopin to bring in to throw old to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] 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 these 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 [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow
makin' [BACKWARDS] understand my
they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

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

And be gettin' no airplay
A jam love, a jam that'cha love
It's a jam that'cha love that be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha

To it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya ya vest
Little shortys with big talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
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 don't want it, I'm burnin' up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin,
ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin' like a blade
Bullshinanigans, ass mannequins
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no again
Yeah I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a missile in ya gut

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

[BACKWARDS] to all rookies, [BACKWARDS] 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 be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS]

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

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

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