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

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd bust your chin
*repeat 2X: first "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of caps
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, make chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the ol story
It's either you play or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm back, rhymin on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns
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, that's the
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No more war milk, no more cheese
Police on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn about to collapse, apocalypse
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
The are fed up, we got the arms 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
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 your chin

Yo this
Forty caliber, seventeen your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My verses, burst raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to Canibus
ten, you put me in a pen; 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 footage of me bullets
I walk the streets with heat, three
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks triplets
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the vocalist before you
will you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
Every three styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of crew to annoy you
If you know chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, stays loyal
That's why every Killuminati I battle for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance enables me to 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 your wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
six, you're sticking 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 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 be no sequel to this revolution
The people versus
There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what