Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd probably your chin
*repeat 2X: 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 something No positivity
positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the ol story
It's you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm back, rhymin on instrumentals
I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we it credible
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
we commercialize it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more cheese
Police on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

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

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably your chin

Yo this
Forty caliber, seventeen your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, burst raps you rap
It's worthless, you get up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, on silver
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

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 if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me bullets
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in with
of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the vocalist before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
Every three thousand styles I change my oil
Embarass you in front of crew to annoy you
If you know some that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus loyal
That's why every I battle somebody for you
I'm you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a
head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, sticking us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to pack 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? Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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