Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

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

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us 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
*repeat 2X: time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of bats, alley rats and cats
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say positive? No positivity
More positivity, positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of
through the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block 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 Jerry Wonder, we 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, that's the
Nine-seven, it's like no eviction
No war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse,
This the type of jam that be getting no
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 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 probably bust chin

Yo bust
Forty caliber, seventeen through character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, raps you rap nervous
worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world
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 probably bust your whole

You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin
I walk the streets heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the standin before you
destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves faster than yours do
Every three thousand styles I change my 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 Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a
Your head'll spin so fast you'll whiplash
I lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to C backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and your wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking us with
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 your chin
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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