Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is collapse y'know?
Yo this Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn jam up, yo, yo
the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint 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 beating us nightsticks
eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a if I could
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
Scratch up my car, set me up for the
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say something positive? No
More positivity, positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of
Riding through the hood, the same ol story
either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a cop
So I'm sittin back, rhymin on
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 a hundred mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, like no more eviction
No war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentley

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

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, beating us with 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 your chin

Yo this
Forty caliber, through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
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, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

One two, out for the man in blue
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm 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
Scientists got raw footage of me bullets
I walk the with heat, three biscuits
niggaz 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
will destroy you with temperatures hot to flamebroil you
My tongue much faster than yours do
Every thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays
That's why every Killuminati I battle for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on bitch ass
Make your drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the and reprogram 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 pack a
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably bust whole chin
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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