Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Bridge is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo this Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear 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 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 beating us with
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 probably bust your
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, rats and cats
up my car, set me up for the carjack
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, make Wyclef chief of
Riding through the hood, it's the same ol
It's either you play ball or you drug 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 Wonder, we keep it credible
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 government
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof

Yo this the type of jam be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn about to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam that be 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
Five six, you're beating us nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
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 you rap nervous
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, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking me nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to call
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I walk the streets heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks triplets
When I shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the vocalist standin you
will destroy you temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue much faster 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 dick, then I'll employ you
To this shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why every I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch
I lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your ass, nigga

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
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 bust your whole 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 will be no to this revolution
The versus gestapo
There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what