Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to the drums (ah ha ah ha)
In a crazy way (come on, come on)
And around will say
You ought to here him (lick shots)
slippin'
At your leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the scene now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay that could see
B-List they couldn't through my sneakers
and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop That shit treason
My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
it is you got we don't need it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen from
streaming
My are stars
I'm crying by the
You singing Babylon
II'm a Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch like guitar that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
Surgically written
with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the
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 some half off
cats wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a of this
Arabs and robbers I chop off
Hip Hop better run and call KRiS
If I see you on I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

I'll play and play and play and some more
As no on ever the drums before
At times I catch vibe and my so sick
Feeling I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they push pens to minimum
Please I give them they've never seen
My has wings more than syllables
Azeem make you the results
hand my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher then the one is
You can't catch-up you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and help from every that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"