Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're us with 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 bust your
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second "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 leave the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say positive? No positivity
positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, make chief of police
through the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the 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 it's to
We to sell a hundred mil before we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No more war milk, no government cheese
Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be no airplay
The Brooklyn about to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam that be getting no
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the in the air

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with
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

Yo this
Forty caliber, seventeen through your
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
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 style, blood on silver
The red ripper, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking me nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to call
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the streets heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of phrases
I assure you the vocalist before you
destroy you with temperatures hot enough 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 a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays
That's why every Killuminati I battle for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My enables me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your ass
Make your hard crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking us nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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