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
it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word 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 this here
it out

I'm [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid
Spectacular, vernacular, raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to 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 to bring the drama
I get more ass than a toilet
So put your ballerina shoes on and down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother[BACKWARDS] death will be soloist
R-double you ain't stylish
It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson here to Parsons
You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, murder, when I step in the door run
For your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get
Or taste the and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
Startin at'cha neck to check ya for
Ya back get snapped, your lower spine wet
Hips get and then your thighs start to slide
I'm up [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside

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 that'cha love, a jam love

Yeah, the ass style I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' from Bel Air to up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right in his corn
You shoulda put me on this mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] behind my path for garbage 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 your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world save ya
When I drop these chains on ya and enslave ya
you was on a pedestal now ya gettin' ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, fightin at the pinnacle
I'm [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross
no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' understand my language
Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the

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

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 that'cha love, a jam that'cha

To whom it may on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya ya vest
shortys with big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
Rollin El's til brain swells
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, ass mannequins
frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a missile in ya gut

Ha ha, word is yo
It's a jam that'cha love don't be gettin' no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, is bond
I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, word up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word,
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you gotta laugh at
[BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, uh
A jam love that 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 tissturn t-t-t-tables all L a-a-a-able,

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