Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Yo the brooklyn is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo this wyclef jean and the refugee up in here
Yo what's this I about the police in brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint here, yo
the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, it comes

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

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

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

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

Yo bust
Forty caliber, through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, sub
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, burst raps you rap
It's worthless, you get up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack 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
Five six, sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to call
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 walk the streets heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks triplets
When I shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
of five-knuckle phrases
I you the vocalist standin before you
Will you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves faster than yours do
Every three thousand styles I change my oil
Embarass you in front of your to annoy you
If you some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, canibus loyal
That's why killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on bitch ass
your hard drive crash to c colon backslash (c:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram wack ass, nigga

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, sticking us with nightsticks
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 chin
Where brooklyn at? where at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? new in the house...

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