Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all wanna put it on and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just go straight to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or Aight let's do it
You want me to do the hook too?
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] the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin' troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, raw [BACKWARDS]
Scooped off the concrete to a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition
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 a toilet seat
So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe my [BACKWARDS]
mother[BACKWARDS] death wish will be soloist
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Or taste the toast and get your hung on a goalpost
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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 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] goin' from Bel Air to baggin up
[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 game like dat
I put it in your chest and make your 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 ridiculed
is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow
makin' [BACKWARDS] my language
they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

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

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

To it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's talkin' loud, actin'
Bloaw! Now ya chokin off a cloud
Rollin El's til brain swells
Inhale deep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you jacks
You [BACKWARDS] don't it, I'm burnin' up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin,
Black ass New York choppin' like a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass
frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] 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, word is
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] in here,

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

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

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

Get mad in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that off right, uh