Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I about the police in Brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint here, yo
This the 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 forced to a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably bust your
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, make chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the same ol
It's either you play ball or you 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 it credible
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
we commercialize it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no eviction
No more war milk, no more government
Police keep on shootin at our Bentley

Yo this the of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge to collapse, apocalypse
the type of jam that be getting no airplay
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
Five six, you're beating us with
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 bust your chin

Yo this
Forty caliber, seventeen through character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, burst raps you rap
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

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 forced to call
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 the streets with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in with
of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the standin before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to you
My tongue moves much faster yours do
three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays
That's why every Killuminati I somebody for you
I'm you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast you'll whiplash
I practice witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive 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 us with 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 bust whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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