Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Yo the brooklyn bridge is collapse 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 of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this right here, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it

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 pen; if I
Do it all again, I'd probably bust chin
*repeat 2x: first "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a total of caps
Say something positive? no
More positivity, more positivity
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make wyclef chief of
Riding through the hood, it's the ol story
either you play 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 back, rhymin on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it monumental
Me and jerry wonder, we keep it
For the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize to enterprise
We guarantee to 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 more government
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof

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

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, beating us with 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 this
Forty caliber, seventeen through your
Waterworld's world, underwater, sub
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, burst raps you rap
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

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

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz glocks with triplets
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 styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, canibus stays
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 you'll whiplash
I practice lyrical on your bitch ass
Make hard drive crash to c colon 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, sticking us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
Do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin
Where brooklyn at? brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
new jersey 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