Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse
Yo this Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the 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 type of jam that be no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it

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 a thirty-eight
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 bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say something positive? No
More positivity, positivity brutality
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
Standin on the block when the get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm sittin back, on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
we commercialize it's 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 on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be no airplay
The Brooklyn about to collapse, apocalypse
the type 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 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 chin

Yo this
Forty caliber, through your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, raps you rap nervous
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack on, a world crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

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

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw of me dodgin bullets
I walk the streets with heat, three
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the vocalist standin you
destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
Every three thousand styles I my voiceboxes oil
you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then employ you
To this hip-hop shit, 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 in a circle
Your spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive 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 if I could
do it all again, I'd bust your whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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