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 around say
You to here him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At notebook leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're the scene right now
Can't it
an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List they crawl through my sneakers
and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my are wild creatures
If- had teeth they'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That treason
My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we need it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy right? it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen Sweden
streaming
My are stars
I'm by the river
You Babylon songs
II'm a Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic selection of
Surgically written
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
you quit or just lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' to the playback
Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it
I'm saying since 2006
And you still like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit on some half off shit
Same cats wanna give my dap shit
Walk the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and I chop off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics better run and 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 played the drums
At times I catch and my rhymes so sick
Feeling I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they only pens to minimum
Please I give them they've never seen
My style has more than syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my minds a 10 years
Each then the last one is
You can't catch-up you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and help from rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends who's the
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"