Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is collapse y'know?
Yo Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint here, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no
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 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"; 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
pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
Thugs get angry, the increase
You peace, make Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, the same ol story
either 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 sittin back, rhymin on
Anything I touch, it turns
Me and Jerry Wonder, we it credible
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be no airplay
The Brooklyn about to collapse, apocalypse
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
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 us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your

Yo this
caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, burst raps you rap
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, on silver
The red ripper, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to call Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably bust whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the streets with heat, biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin with triplets
When I spit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I you the vocalist standin before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to you
My tongue moves much faster than do
Every three thousand styles I my voiceboxes oil
you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you know some 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 me to squaredance in a circle
Your spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
your hard drive crash to C colon 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 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
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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