Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the [BACKWARDS]?
Ya wanna go straight 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
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Ain't no doubt about this, I'm this [BACKWARDS] right in here
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like here
it out

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out boots
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup 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 inches
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Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to the drama
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Or taste the and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
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And don't be no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha
It's a jam that'cha that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love

Yeah, the ass style I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' from Bel Air to baggin up
[BACKWARDS]! right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shoulda never put me on mic, you was warned
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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 your chest and make your 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 now ya gettin' ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're at the pinnacle
I'm burnin like a cracker do a cross
Ain't no tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' understand 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 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 love that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha

To whom it may on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to ya through ya vest
Little shortys with big talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
Rollin til your brain swells
Inhale deep and dust me off them old ass Rock 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, 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, word is yo
It's a jam that'cha love 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 [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta at
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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 wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] around

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

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

Get mad busy in [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], up
Set [BACKWARDS] off right, uh