Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Bridge is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in
Yo what's this I hear about the police in
Turn jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam be getting no airplay
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
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 bust your chin
*repeat 2X: first "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley and cats
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I leave the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say something positive? No
More positivity, more positivity
Thugs get angry, the increase
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of
Riding through the hood, it's the 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 sittin back, on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we 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, it's like no more
No more war milk, no more government
Police keep on shootin at our Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be no airplay
The Brooklyn about to collapse, apocalypse
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 beating 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 your

Yo this
Forty caliber, seventeen your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My word verses, burst you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the
Projectile, my forty-four style, on silver
The red ripper, up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of

One two, out for the man in blue
Three four, I it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're me with nightsticks
eight, I'm forced to call Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
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, biscuits
Outnumberin twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get 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 faster than yours do
Every thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of crew to annoy you
If you some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this shit, Canibus stays loyal
why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a
Your head'll spin so fast catch whiplash
I practice lyrical on your bitch ass
Make your drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and your wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I 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 whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where at? (right here, right here)
New Jersey in the house...

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