Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

Y'all put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?
Ya just go straight to dat? Aight
You don't wanna mix it or Aight let's do it
You want me to do the part too?
it out uh, check it out uh
Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, up
Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin' this right in here
yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here
it out

I'm beatin' [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out boots
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, raw [BACKWARDS]
off the concrete to make a hit
Tearin' [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, cringes
In the trenches, killin' for inches
Word to mama, I kiss a piranha
Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to the drama
I get more ass than a toilet
So put your ballerina on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
Your mother[BACKWARDS] death wish be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't
It's mother[BACKWARDS] from here to Parsons
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For your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get
Or the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya back get snapped, lower spine gets wet
Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to
I'm up [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside

And be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
It's a jam love that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam love, a jam that'cha love

Yeah, the rugged ass style I
They got the [BACKWARDS] from Bel Air to baggin up sess
[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right in his corn
You shoulda never put me on mic, you was warned
I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for bags
Hopin to bring in to throw old to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] like dat
I put it in your chest and make your heart go
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world save ya
When I drop these chains on ya and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're at the pinnacle
I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a
no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' [BACKWARDS] understand my
they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage

To it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam you love that don't be gettin' no airplay
(A jam that'cha that don't be gettin' no airplay)
I do that one right yo

And don't be no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
It's a jam love that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love

To whom it may on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya off a black cloud
Rollin El's til brain swells
Inhale deep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells
You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin
You [BACKWARDS] don't it, I'm burnin' up the wax
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin,
Black ass New York choppin' like a blade
Bullshinanigans, ass mannequins
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam
Yeah I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a heat-seekin in ya gut

Ha ha, is bond yo
It's a jam love that don't be gettin' no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word,
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just laugh at
[BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, uh
A jam love that don't be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha
Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my [BACKWARDS] around

My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My [BACKWARDS] minnan right

Spit at the t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,

Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS],
My [BACKWARDS] give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set [BACKWARDS] off right, uh