Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is collapse y'know?
Yo Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the in Brooklyn?
Turn jam up, yo, yo
the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint 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
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with
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
*repeat 2X: first "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
pressure, I gotta leave 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 when the spot get hot
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm back, rhymin on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns
Me and Wonder, we keep it credible
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize it's to
We guarantee to sell a mil before we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more
No more war milk, no more cheese
keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be getting no
The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse,
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
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, you're beating 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 bust your chin

Yo this
caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, raps you rap nervous
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking me with
Seven eight, I'm to call 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 'head it
got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I the streets with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks triplets
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the standin before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much faster than do
Every thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus loyal
That's why every Killuminati I somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to in a circle
head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your 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
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, you're sticking us 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 bust your whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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