Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real
Ya just go straight to dat? Aight
You wanna mix it or nothin'? Aight let's do it
You me to do the hook part too?
Check it out uh, it out uh
Yeah it's 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 like this
it out

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out boots
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid
Spectacular, vernacular, miraculous raw
Scooped off the concrete to a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, cringes
In the trenches, killin' for mere
Word to mama, I kiss a piranha
a barricuda for tryin' to bring the drama
I get more ass than a seat
So put ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your death wish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't
It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson here to Parsons
You're dawson, it's 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
at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, your lower 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 don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam love, a jam that'cha love

Yeah, the rugged ass I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was
I got chasin behind my path for garbage bags
Hopin to in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] like dat
I put it in your chest and make 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' [BACKWARDS] understand my
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 it's a jam 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 love, a jam that'cha 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 concern on mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya ya vest
Little shortys big 40's talkin' loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya chokin off a cloud
Rollin El's til brain swells
Inhale sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin
You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin,
Black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin' a blade
Bullshinanigans, ass mannequins
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you no slam again
Yeah what? I siad it and sweat it
You catch a heat-seekin missile 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
I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck 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
Mother
Ha ha, uh
A jam that'cha love that don't be no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha
Yeah, I shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [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 in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My [BACKWARDS] give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set that off right, uh