Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Bridge is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo this Wyclef and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo this I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
this jam up, yo, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear joint right 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
six, you're 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
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say something positive? No
More positivity, more brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of
Riding the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play ball or you dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the get hot
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it 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 a hundred mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, that's the
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No more war milk, no government cheese
Police on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The Bridge about to collapse, apocalypse
the type of jam that 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, beating 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

Yo this
Forty caliber, through your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, burst raps you rap
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the
Projectile, my forty-four style, on silver
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to 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
Scientists got raw footage of me bullets
I walk the streets with heat, biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin with triplets
I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of phrases
I assure you the vocalist standin you
will destroy you temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much than yours do
three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why every Killuminati I somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me you, I hurt you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on bitch ass
Make your hard crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass,

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
six, you're sticking us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd bust your whole 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 to this revolution
There be no sequel to this revolution
The people gestapo
There'll be no to this revolution, what what