Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Yo the brooklyn bridge is gonna collapse
Yo this jean and the refugee all-stars up in here
Yo what's I hear about the police in brooklyn?
Turn jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
I the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with
Seven eight, I'm forced to a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
Do it all again, I'd probably bust your
*repeat 2x: first "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
Under pressure, I leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say positive? no positivity
positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, the same ol story
It's you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm sittin back, rhymin on
Anything I touch, it turns
Me and jerry wonder, we it credible
For the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize to enterprise
We to sell a hundred mil before we die
But jerry is broke, that's the
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No more war milk, no government cheese
Police keep on at our bulletproof bentley

Yo the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The bridge about to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam that be no airplay
The are fed up, we got the arms in the air

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, you're beating us nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
Do it all again, I'd probably bust chin

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen through character
Waterworld's world, underwater, sub
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, raps you rap nervous
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
six, you're sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to call canibus
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
Do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I the streets with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with
When I spit I lace it, you get punched in face with
Puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the vocalist standin you
Will destroy you temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
Every three thousand I change my voiceboxes oil
you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, I'll employ you
To this shit, canibus stays loyal
That's why every killuminati I battle for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to in a circle
head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to c backslash (c:/)
Go to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking us nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
Do it all again, I'd bust your whole chin
Where brooklyn at? where at? (right here, right here)
new jersey in the house...

The people gestapo, what what
Yo, there'll be no sequel to revolution
There be no sequel to this revolution
The versus gestapo
There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what