Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just wanna go straight to Aight
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 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' [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their
Flame throwin' troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, miraculous raw
Scooped off the to make a hit
Tearin' out the hinges, competition cringes
In the trenches, killin' for inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a
Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to the drama
I get more ass than a seat
So put your ballerina on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother[BACKWARDS] death wish be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't
It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to
You're dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
For your life, get ghost
Or taste the toast and get [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
Startin neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then thighs start to slide
I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your

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

Yeah, the rugged ass I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right in his corn
You shoulda put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for bags
Hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game dat
I put it in your chest and make your go flat
All the tracks in the world can't save ya
When I drop chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin'
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] a cracker 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 vanish and camouflage the

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 don't be gettin' no airplay)
I wanna do that one yo

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

To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS]
I got the to clip ya through ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's talkin' loud, proud
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your brain
Inhale deep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you jacks
You don't want it, I'm burnin' up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin,
Black ass New [BACKWARDS] choppin' like a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam
Yeah what? I it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
You catch 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
I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word,
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta 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 shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around

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

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

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