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 that be getting no
I want the world to hear this joint right here, yo
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, it comes

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
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 your chin
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a of black bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say something No positivity
More positivity, more positivity
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
It's you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm sittin back, rhymin on
Anything I touch, it turns
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it
for the streets, at the same time, we eat
When we commercialize to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government
Police on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

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

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're us with nightsticks
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 bust your chin

Yo this
Forty caliber, seventeen your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, burst you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the
Projectile, my forty-four style, on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world
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 sticking me with
Seven eight, I'm to call Canibus
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the streets with heat, three
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face
of five-knuckle phrases
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 change my oil
Embarass you in front of crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll you
To this shit, Canibus stays loyal
why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch
I practice lyrical witchcraft on bitch ass
Make hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram wack ass, nigga

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

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