Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

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
*repeat 2X: time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I leave the gat
Two straps, a total of caps
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, make Wyclef of police
Riding through the hood, it's the ol story
It's either you ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the when the spot get hot
to get set up, by a crooked 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, it's no more eviction
No more war milk, no more cheese
keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn about to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam 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
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
Forty caliber, seventeen through character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
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, on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack on, a world crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking me with
Seven eight, I'm 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 'head it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the streets with heat, biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face
puncutations of phrases
I you the vocalist standin before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to you
My tongue moves much faster yours do
Every three thousand styles I my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus loyal
That's why every Killuminati I battle for you
I'm you, me versus you, I hurt you
My enables me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so you'll catch whiplash
I practice witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive 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 keep it raw and
Five six, you're 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 whole
Where Brooklyn at? Where at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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