Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

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

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup from acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, miraculous raw
Scooped off the to make a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, cringes
In the trenches, killin' for inches
Word to mama, I kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to the drama
I get more ass than a toilet
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] from here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, I step in the door run
For your life, get ghost
Or the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
Startin at'cha to check ya for respect
Ya get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your start to slide
I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and up your inside

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

Yeah, the rugged ass style I
They got the goin' from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shoulda never put me on mic, you was warned
I got chasin behind my path for garbage bags
Hopin to bring in to old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] like dat
I put it in chest and make your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] in the world can't save ya
I drop these 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 like a cracker do a cross
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow
[BACKWARDS] understand my language
Then rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

To whom it may concern,
gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love that be gettin' no airplay
(A jam that'cha love that be gettin' no airplay)
I wanna do that one yo

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

To whom it may on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the to clip ya through ya vest
Little shortys big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your swells
Inhale deep sleep and 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 York [BACKWARDS] like a blade
Bullshinanigans, ass mannequins
Mother[BACKWARDS] and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and sweat it
You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut

Ha ha, word is yo
It's a jam that'cha that don't be gettin' no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, is bond
I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck 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 love that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS]

My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, My mother [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 give a [BACKWARDS], up
Set [BACKWARDS] off right, uh