Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

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

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

I'm from a land of black bats, rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say something no positivity
More positivity, positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You peace, make wyclef chief of police
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the 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
we commercialize it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But jerry is broke, that's the
Nine-seven, it's like no more
No more war milk, no more government
keep on shootin at our bulletproof bentley

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

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 probably bust your

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen 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 smashed up, on the
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and
six, you're sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
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 with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
Puncutations of phrases
I assure you the vocalist before you
Will destroy you with temperatures hot to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much faster yours do
Every three thousand styles I my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your to annoy you
If you know some that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, canibus loyal
That's why every I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a
Your head'll spin so you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to c backslash (c:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
six, you're 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 bust your whole chin
Where brooklyn at? brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? new in the house...

The people versus gestapo, 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