Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all wanna put it on and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just wanna go to dat? Aight
You wanna mix it or nothin'? Aight let's do it
You want me to do the hook part
Check it out uh, 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 yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this
it out

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, raw [BACKWARDS]
off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin' out the hinges, competition cringes
In the trenches, killin' for mere
to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to bring the
I get ass than a toilet seat
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my
Your death wish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't
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You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, murder, when I step in the door run
For your life, get ghost
Or taste the toast and get your hung on a goalpost
at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to
I'm up [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside

And don't be 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

Yeah, the ass style I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' from Bel Air to up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for bags
to bring 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
I drop these chains 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 [BACKWARDS] like a do a cross
Ain't no tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' [BACKWARDS] my language
they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

To whom it may concern,
We're gonna do this right here, is bond, huh huh
Cos a jam that you love that don't be gettin' no airplay
(A jam love 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
a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love

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

Ha ha, is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha that don't 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 [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at
Mother
Ha ha, uh
A jam that'cha love don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my [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 [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that off right, uh