Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

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

I'm beatin' against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't from drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular, miraculous raw
Scooped off the concrete to a hit
[BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes
In the trenches, for mere inches
Word to mama, I tongue kiss a
Electricute a barricuda for tryin' to the drama
I get ass than a toilet seat
So put your shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]
mother[BACKWARDS] death wish will be soloist
R-double O-K-I-E you ain't
It's mother[BACKWARDS] from here to Parsons
[BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run
For your life, get ghost
Or taste the toast and get [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost
at'cha neck to check ya for respect
Ya get snapped, your lower spine gets wet
Hips get and then your thighs start to slide
I'm up through [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up inside

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

Yeah, the rugged ass I possess
They got the [BACKWARDS] goin' 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 chasin behind my path for garbage bags
Hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da
Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game dat
I put it in your chest and make heart go flat
All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't ya
I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a now ya gettin' ridiculed
[BACKWARDS] is critical, we're at the pinnacle
I'm [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross
no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
makin' understand my language
Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the

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

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

To whom it may on this mother[BACKWARDS] test
I got the zest to clip ya through ya
Little shortys with big 40's loud, actin' proud
Bloaw! Now ya chokin off a black
El's til your 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 [BACKWARDS] like a blade
Bullshinanigans, country ass
Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam
Yeah what? I it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it
What? You catch a missile in ya gut

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

[BACKWARDS] to all rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha
Yo I got the laugh, word,
And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you gotta laugh at
[BACKWARDS]
Ha ha, uh
A jam that'cha love that be gettin' no airplay
A jam that'cha love, a jam love
Yeah, I shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around

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

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

Get mad busy in [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?
My don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up
Set [BACKWARDS] off right, uh