Luyện nghe bài hát No Airplay

f/ Canibus,

Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is collapse y'know?
Yo this Wyclef and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the police in
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
This the type of jam that be no airplay
You for it buddy, here it comes

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
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably bust chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of bats, alley rats and cats
up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I gotta the gat
Two straps, a of sixteen caps
Say something No positivity
More positivity, more brutality
Thugs get angry, the increase
You peace, make Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, the same ol story
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy
on the block when the spot 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 time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize it's to
We to sell a hundred mil before we die
But is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's no more eviction
No more war milk, no government cheese
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof

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

One two, watch out for the man in
four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with
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 bust chin

Yo this
Forty caliber, through your character
world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the
Seven, four-eight, on the calender
My verses, burst raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on
The red ripper, fill up the nigga
Armageddeon, you dead 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
six, you're sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I
do it all again, I'd probably your whole chin

You got a gat nigga, use it, go pull it
Scientists got raw of me dodgin bullets
I walk the streets with heat, biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks triplets
I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle
I assure you the vocalist standin you
will destroy you temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue much faster than yours do
three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in of your crew to annoy you
If you know some that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays
That's why every Killuminati I somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I you
My balance me to squaredance in a circle
Your spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram wack ass, nigga

One two, watch out for the man in
Three four, I keep it raw and
six, you're sticking 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 probably bust whole chin
Where at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New in the house...

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