Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Yo the brooklyn bridge is collapse y'know?
Yo this jean and the refugee all-stars up in here
Yo what's I hear about the police in brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no
I want the whole world to hear joint right here, yo
This the type of jam 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 us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to a thirty-eight
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
Do it all again, I'd probably your chin
*repeat 2x: first time "ah"; second time "once I the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, 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 peace, make wyclef chief of police
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play 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, on instrumentals
I touch, it turns monumental
Me and wonder, we keep it credible
For the streets, at the same time, we eat
When we commercialize to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof

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

One two, out for the man in blue
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 your

Yo this
caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, sub
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
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 on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking me nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to call 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 pull it
Scientists got raw of me dodgin bullets
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the standin before you
Will destroy you temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue much faster than yours do
Every thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your crew to you
If you know chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To hip-hop shit, canibus stays loyal
That's why every I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a
Your head'll spin so you'll catch whiplash
I practice witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make hard drive crash to c colon backslash (c:/)
Go back to the and reprogram your 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
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 whole chin
Where 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 versus
There'll be no to this revolution, what what