Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in
Yo what's this I hear the police in Brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to this joint right here, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, it comes

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep 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 pen; if I
do it all again, I'd bust your chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of
through the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play ball or you dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm sittin back, on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns
Me and Wonder, we keep it credible
for the streets, at the same time, we eat
we commercialize it's to enterprise
We to sell a hundred mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, like no more eviction
No war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentley

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

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 to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, burst raps you rap
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, sticking me with nightsticks
eight, I'm forced to call Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the streets with heat, three
Outnumberin niggaz glocks with triplets
I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face 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 three styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your 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 every Killuminati I somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My enables me to squaredance in a circle
head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to C 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, 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 your whole
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, here)
New Jersey in the house...

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