Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is collapse y'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the All-Stars up in here
Yo what's I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn jam up, yo, yo
the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I the whole world 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, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
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
2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of caps
Say something positive? No
More positivity, positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make chief of police
Riding through the hood, the same ol story
either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the 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
When we commercialize to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a mil before we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, like no more eviction
No war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on shootin at our Bentley

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

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 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, seventeen your 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, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack on, a world crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
Five six, sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm to call 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
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I the streets with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the vocalist before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to you
My tongue moves much faster than do
Every three thousand I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then employ you
To this hip-hop shit, stays loyal
That's why Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to C 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 sticking us nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust whole chin
Where at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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