Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is collapse y'know?
Yo Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn jam up, yo, yo
This the of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the world to hear this joint right here, yo
the type of jam that be getting 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, you're beating us nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to a thirty-eight
ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably your chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; 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
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen
Say something No positivity
More positivity, more brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence
You want peace, make Wyclef of police
Riding through the hood, the same ol story
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy
Standin on the block the spot get hot
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm back, rhymin on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns
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 sell a mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no eviction
No more war milk, no government cheese
keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be no airplay
The Bridge 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, out for the man in blue
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 this
Forty caliber, seventeen through your
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub
Derringer, one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the
My word verses, burst you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get up, on the surface
Projectile, my style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a crisis
The nicest, for bars, of preciseness

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

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