Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse
Yo this Wyclef and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the in Brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the world to hear this joint right here, yo
the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, 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 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"; 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 violence
You want peace, make Wyclef of police
Riding through the hood, the same ol story
It's either you play 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 monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we it credible
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a mil before we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no eviction
No more war milk, no more cheese
Police on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam that be no airplay
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
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 this
Forty caliber, through your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, burst raps you rap
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

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

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

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
six, you're sticking us with nightsticks
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 bust your chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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