Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

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

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar strings that through the rhythm
of blends
Classic selection of
Surgically precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
Make you quit or just lie to and yo' click
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it
I'm just since 2006
And you still sound you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on half off shit
Same cats wanna my dap talk shit
Walk the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a of this
Arabs and robbers I chop off
Hip Hop fanatics run and call KRiS
If I see you on I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

I'll play and and play 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 Chubb did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because only push pens to minimum
Please I them what they've never seen
My style has more than syllables
Azeem make you the results
hand my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each then the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a magical
A mountain of coke and help from every that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask friends who's the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"