Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
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 chin
*repeat 2X: 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
pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say something No positivity
positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make Wyclef of police
through the hood, it's the same ol story
It's you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the get hot
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm back, rhymin on instrumentals
I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Wonder, we keep it credible
for the streets, at the same time, we 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 eviction
No more war milk, no more government
Police on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

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

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 to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably bust your

Yo bust
Forty caliber, through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, burst you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, on silver
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you dead 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
eight, I'm forced to call Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me bullets
I walk the streets with heat, three
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with
When I spit I lace it, you get punched in face with
of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the vocalist standin you
destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue much faster than yours do
Every three thousand I change my voiceboxes oil
you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a dick, then I'll employ you
To this shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a
Your head'll spin so fast you'll whiplash
I practice lyrical on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to C backslash (C:/)
Go to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking us 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 your chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

The versus 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