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 wanna mix it or nothin'? Aight let's do it
You want me to do the hook too?
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] right in
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this
it out

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, miraculous raw
off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, cringes
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 ballerina 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
[BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
For your life, get ghost
Or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] on a goalpost
Startin at'cha neck to ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower gets wet
Hips get and then your thighs start to slide
I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your

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

Yeah, the ass style I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' from Bel Air to up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin 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 chest and make your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world save ya
When I these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a do a cross
no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' [BACKWARDS] my language
Then they rap and and camouflage the damage

To whom it may concern,
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 that'cha that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love

To whom it may concern on this test
I got the zest to clip ya through ya
shortys with big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya chokin off a black
El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off 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,
Black ass New [BACKWARDS] choppin' like a blade
Bullshinanigans, ass mannequins
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you no slam again
Yeah what? I 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 that 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] skill boys, you gotta laugh at
Mother
Ha ha, uh
A jam that'cha love that don't be no airplay
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 [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 don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set [BACKWARDS] off right, uh