Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse
Yo this 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 joint 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
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with
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 chin
*repeat 2X: time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of 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 something No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make Wyclef of police
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
either you play 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, on instrumentals
I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Wonder, we keep it credible
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize it's to
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But Jerry is broke, that's the
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No more war milk, no government cheese
Police keep on shootin at our Bentley

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

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us 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 probably bust your

Yo bust
caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
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 forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to call Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
Scientists got raw of me dodgin bullets
I walk the with heat, three 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 faster than do
Every three thousand styles I change my oil
Embarass you in front of your crew to you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then employ you
To this shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why every I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to in a circle
Your head'll so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and 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
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)
A-ight? New in the house...

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