Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

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

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

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

Yeah, the rugged ass style I
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! right [BACKWARDS] in his corn
You shoulda never put me on mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for bags
Hopin to bring in to throw old to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my game like dat
I put it in your and make your heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] in the world can't save ya
When I these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
you was on a pedestal now ya gettin' ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] 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,
We're gonna do this here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love 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 love, a jam that'cha love
It's a jam that'cha that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love

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 your swells
deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you jacks
You [BACKWARDS] want 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 heat-seekin 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
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin wreck in here,

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, word up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word,
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta at
[BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, uh
A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin' no
A jam love, a jam that'cha love
Yeah, I shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around

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

Spit at the tissturn all L willing a-a-a-able,

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