Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna y'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the in Brooklyn?
Turn jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this right here, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, it comes

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 forced to pack a
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably your chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I 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 leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the same ol
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 sittin back, rhymin on
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 hundred mil we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more
No more war milk, no government cheese
Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam be getting no airplay
The Bridge 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, out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and
six, you're beating 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 probably bust your

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen through your
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My verses, burst raps you rap nervous
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you dead 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
Five six, sticking 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 whole chin

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

One two, out for the man in blue
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 if I could
do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, here)
New Jersey in the house...

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