Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the in Brooklyn?
Turn jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no
I want the whole world to hear this right here, yo
This the type of jam that be no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and
six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably your chin
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say something positive? No
More positivity, more positivity
get angry, the violence increase
You peace, make Wyclef chief of police
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm sittin back, on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it
for the streets, at the same time, we eat
When we commercialize it's to
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 bulletproof

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

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, beating us with nightsticks
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 your chin

Yo bust
Forty caliber, through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, burst 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 resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
six, you're sticking me with 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 bust whole 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
niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get in face with
of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the vocalist standin you
will destroy you with temperatures hot 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 some that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, stays loyal
That's why every Killuminati I battle for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My enables me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll so fast you'll catch whiplash
I lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, sticking 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 your chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, here)
New Jersey in the house...

The versus gestapo, what 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 this revolution, what