Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust chin
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I leave the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
get angry, the violence increase
You peace, make Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the ol story
It's either you play ball or you dealy dealy
on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a 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, that's the
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof

Yo this the of jam that be getting no airplay
The Bridge 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, out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, you're beating us 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 your chin

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen through your
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
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, fill up the resevoir
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
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 bust your whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
Scientists got raw footage of me bullets
I walk the streets with heat, three
Outnumberin twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the vocalist standin you
will destroy you with hot enough to flamebroil you
My moves much faster than yours do
Every thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you know chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus 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 spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to C colon (C:/)
Go to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, you're us with nightsticks
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 whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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