Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the All-Stars up in here
Yo this I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
I want the whole to hear 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
Three four, I 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 if I could
do it all again, I'd probably your chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; time "once I leave the pen"*

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

Yo the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn about to collapse, apocalypse
This the of jam that be getting 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 with
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd bust your chin

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

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin with triplets
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of phrases
I assure you the standin before you
will you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
Every three styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus loyal
That's why Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me 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 your ass
Make your hard drive crash to C backslash (C:/)
Go back to the 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 sticking us nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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