Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

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

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] against the up out their boots
Flame throwin' 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, killin' for mere
to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to the drama
I get ass than a toilet seat
So put ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother[BACKWARDS] death wish be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you stylish
It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to
You're dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
For mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost
Or the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
Startin at'cha neck to ya for respect
Ya get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then thighs start to slide
I'm up through and [BACKWARDS] up your inside

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

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

To it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do 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 that be gettin' no airplay)
I wanna do that one yo

And don't be no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha
It's a jam love that don't be gettin' 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 ya through ya vest
Little with big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep 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,
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 sweat it
What? You catch a missile in ya gut

Ha ha, is bond yo
It's a jam love that don't be gettin' no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] in here,

[BACKWARDS] to all rookies, [BACKWARDS] word 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 love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, I wanna it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around

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

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

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