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 to hear this joint right here, yo
This the of jam that 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
six, you're beating 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 bust your chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a of black 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 sixteen
Say something positive? No
More positivity, more brutality
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of
Riding 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
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 keep it
for the streets, at the same time, we eat
we commercialize it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no eviction
No more war milk, no more cheese
Police keep on shootin at our Bentley

Yo the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse,
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 keep it raw and
six, you're 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 bust chin

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
It's worthless, you get up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
six, you're sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to 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 'head it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with
When I spit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of phrases
I assure you the vocalist before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot to flamebroil you
My tongue much faster than yours do
three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your crew to you
If you know some chicks that suck a dick, then I'll employ you
To hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why every Killuminati I somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a
head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your ass
Make your hard 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 keep it raw and
Five six, you're sticking us nightsticks
eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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