Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Yo the bridge is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo wyclef jean 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 that be no airplay
I want the whole to hear this joint 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 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 chin
*repeat 2x: first time "ah"; second "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley and cats
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say something no positivity
positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make wyclef of police
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play ball or you dealy dealy
on the block 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 wonder, we keep it credible
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, the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more
No more war milk, no more government
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof

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

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 pack a
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 character
world, underwater, sub mariner
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, 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 it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking me with
Seven eight, I'm forced to canibus
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
Do it all again, I'd probably bust whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face
Puncutations of five-knuckle
I you the vocalist standin before you
Will destroy you with hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves faster than yours do
Every thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you know chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this shit, canibus stays 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 you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your ass
Make your hard crash to c colon backslash (c:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're us with 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 whole
Where at? where brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? new in the house...

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