Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
six, you're beating us with 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 probably your chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I 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 leave the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say something No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, make Wyclef of police
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy
on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a 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 time, we gotta eat
we commercialize it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more
No war milk, no more government cheese
Police on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

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

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, you're beating us with
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 chin

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, raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're 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 whole

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I the streets with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with
When I spit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the vocalist before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much faster than do
Every three thousand I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you some 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 you, I hurt you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your ass
Make your drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

One two, out for the man in blue
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 pen; if I
do it all again, I'd bust 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 to this revolution
will be no sequel to this revolution
The versus gestapo
There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what