Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna y'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the 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 hear this joint here, yo
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
You for it buddy, here it comes

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 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"; second "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 of sixteen caps
Say something positive? No
More positivity, positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make Wyclef of police
Riding through the hood, it's the 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 it credible
for the streets, at the same time, we eat
When we it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But Jerry is broke, that's the
Nine-seven, like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government
Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam that be no airplay
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, beating us with 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 bust chin

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen through character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, sticking me with nightsticks
eight, I'm forced to call 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 the streets with heat, three biscuits
niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
of five-knuckle phrases
I you the vocalist standin before you
will destroy you with hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much faster than do
Every three thousand I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of crew to annoy you
If you know chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus loyal
That's why every Killuminati I battle for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My enables me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll so fast 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
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, you're us with nightsticks
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 bust your chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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