Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just go straight to dat? Aight
You don't mix it or nothin'? Aight let's do it
You want me to do the part too?
it out uh, check it out uh
Yeah it's Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up
Ain't no about this, I'm settin' this [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
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, raw [BACKWARDS]
off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition
In the trenches, killin' for 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 ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my
Your mother[BACKWARDS] death wish will be
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't
mother[BACKWARDS] arson from 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 check ya for
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to
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 love that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam love, a jam that'cha love

Yeah, the rugged ass style I
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shoulda put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for 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 and make your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world save ya
When I drop these chains on ya brain and ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin'
[BACKWARDS] is critical, fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a
no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' [BACKWARDS] understand my
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 that don't be gettin' no airplay)
I wanna do one right yo

And be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no
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 40's talkin' loud, actin'
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your brain
deep 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,
Black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin' a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass
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, is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, is bond
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 just laugh at
Mother
Ha ha, uh
A jam that'cha love don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
Yeah, I wanna it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around

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

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

Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS],
My [BACKWARDS] don't a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that off right, uh