Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, beating us with nightsticks
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 time "ah"; time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, rats and cats
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I leave the gat
Two straps, a total of caps
Say positive? No positivity
positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the increase
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 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 keep it
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a mil before we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more
No more war milk, no government cheese
Police keep on shootin at our Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse,
This the type of jam that be 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 beating us 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 probably bust chin

Yo bust
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, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

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

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the streets heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the standin before you
destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your crew to you
If you know some that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal
why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance enables me to in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch
I practice lyrical on your bitch ass
Make your hard crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your ass, nigga

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

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