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 hear about the police in
this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint here, yo
This the type of jam that be no airplay
You asked for it buddy, it comes

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
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 probably your chin
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
Under pressure, I leave the gat
Two straps, a total of caps
Say something No positivity
More positivity, more brutality
get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of
Riding through the hood, the same ol story
It's either you ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the when 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 Jerry Wonder, we it credible
for the streets, at the same time, we eat
When we it's to enterprise
We guarantee to a hundred mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more
No more war milk, no more cheese
keep on shootin at our bulletproof 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
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating 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 bust your chin

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen through character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My verses, burst raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world
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
Seven eight, I'm to call Canibus
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust whole 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
niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
of five-knuckle phrases
I you the vocalist standin before you
destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much faster than 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 good dick, 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 so fast you'll catch whiplash
I lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
six, you're sticking us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm 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 at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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