Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably your chin
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

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

Yo the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge 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
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
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 your

Yo bust
caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, raps you rap nervous
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
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're 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 'head it
Scientists got raw of me dodgin bullets
I walk the streets heat, three biscuits
niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get in face with
puncutations of phrases
I assure you the standin before you
will destroy you with hot enough to flamebroil you
My moves much faster than yours do
Every three 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 hip-hop shit, stays loyal
why every 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 catch whiplash
I lyrical witchcraft 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, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking us with
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 whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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