Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

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

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 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: first time "ah"; second time "once I the pen"*

I'm from a land of bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of caps
Say positive? no positivity
More positivity, more positivity
get angry, the violence increase
You peace, make wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the ol story
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy
Standin on the when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm back, rhymin on instrumentals
I touch, it turns monumental
Me and jerry wonder, we keep it
For the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no eviction
No more war milk, no more cheese
keep on shootin at our bulletproof bentley

Yo the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The brooklyn bridge about to collapse,
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, beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
Do it all again, I'd probably bust your

Yo bust
Forty caliber, through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, sub
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, burst you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get up, on the surface
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, you're sticking me with
Seven eight, I'm forced to canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
Do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in with
Puncutations of phrases
I assure you the vocalist before you
Will you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My moves much faster than yours do
Every thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you know chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, stays loyal
That's why killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm you, me versus you, I hurt you
My enables 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, you're sticking us 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 whole
brooklyn at? where brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? new in the house...

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