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 what's I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint here, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no
You for it buddy, here it comes

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, beating 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 bust your chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
Under pressure, I leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say something positive? No
positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, Wyclef chief of police
through the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block the spot get hot
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm back, rhymin on instrumentals
I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it
for the streets, at the same time, we eat
When we commercialize to enterprise
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 more cheese
Police on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

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

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, beating 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 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, burst raps you rap
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you smack 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 me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to call Canibus
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw of me dodgin bullets
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face
puncutations of phrases
I assure you the vocalist standin you
destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
Every thousand styles I change 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 hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your ass
Make hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and your wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, sticking 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 bust your whole chin
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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