Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to the drums (ah ha ah ha)
In such a crazy way (come on, on)
And everyone will say
You to here him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At notebook leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the scene now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
B-List couldn't crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Jesus
My alive all my lyrics are wild creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
Ferocious beast of
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That treason
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 leaning on a skin queen from Sweden
Life's
My rhymes are
I'm crying by the
You Babylon songs
II'm a Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch like guitar strings that through the rhythm
Collision of
selection of diction
Surgically precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
Make you quit or lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm saying since 2006
And you still sound like you Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on half off shit
Same cats give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar they bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a of this
Arabs and robbers I off wrists
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 play and some more
As no on ever played the before
At times I catch vibe and my so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Rock did
On- To the Again
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
Please I give them what they've seen
My style has wings more syllables
Azeem you fell the results
hand my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each then the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a wrist
A mountain of coke and help from rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"