Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is collapse y'know?
Yo this Wyclef and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the police in
Turn jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no
I want the whole world to hear this joint here, yo
This the type of jam that be 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, you're beating us with
Seven eight, I'm to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably bust chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, more brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the ol story
either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block the spot get hot
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, on instrumentals
I touch, it turns monumental
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 hundred mil we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, like no more eviction
No more war milk, no government cheese
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof

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

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

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen through your
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
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 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 sticking me with
Seven eight, I'm forced to Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd bust your 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 glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the vocalist standin you
will destroy you with hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue much faster than yours do
Every three thousand styles I my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you know chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays
why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so you'll catch whiplash
I practice witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, sticking 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 probably bust your whole
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 sequel to this
will be no sequel to this revolution
The people versus
There'll be no sequel to revolution, what what