Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In a crazy way (come on, come on)
And everyone will say
You ought to here him (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your notebook
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the scene now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
B-List they couldn't crawl my sneakers
and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast of
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That shit
My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we don't it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm right? Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my dreaming
I wrote this while on a brown skin queen from Sweden
Life's
My rhymes are
I'm by the river
You singing songs
II'm a young
Yo, my tongue yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I with the mission
And stretch guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
Surgically precision
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo'
Lookin' to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just saying since
And you still sound like you ridin' Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on some off shit
Same wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and robbers I chop off
Hip Hop better run and call KRiS
If I see you on stage I'm a run and BLITZ!

I'll play and play and and play some more
As no on ever the drums before
At I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my fingers I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they push pens to minimum
Please I give them they've never seen
My style has wings more than
Azeem make you the results
Super my minds a Hulk 10 years
fresher then the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a magical
A mountain of coke and help from rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends who's the
On the mic screaming
"Ismail to kill us"