Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're 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
*repeat 2X: time "ah"; second 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 total of sixteen
Say something positive? No
More positivity, more positivity
get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, Wyclef chief of police
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you 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, rhymin on
Anything I touch, it monumental
Me and Wonder, we keep it credible
for the streets, at the time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize it's to
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more
No more war milk, no more cheese
Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse,
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the in the air

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're us with 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 bust your chin

Yo bust
Forty caliber, through your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My verses, burst raps 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 smack dead on, a world
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

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

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I walk the streets with heat, three
Outnumberin niggaz twin with triplets
When I shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of phrases
I you the vocalist standin before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
Every three thousand I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your to annoy you
If you know some that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why every Killuminati I battle for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch
I practice lyrical witchcraft on bitch ass
your hard drive 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, sticking 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 bust whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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