Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In such a way (come on, come on)
And around will say
You ought to here him (lick shots)
slippin'
At your leakin'
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
Ruling the scene right now
Can't it
an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List they couldn't crawl through my
and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My alive all my lyrics are wild creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
Ferocious 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 need it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my notebook
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen from
streaming
My rhymes are
I'm by the river
You singing songs
II'm a Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar strings that through the rhythm
Collision of
Classic selection of
Surgically precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo'
stiff 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 cats wanna give my dap shit
Walk around the bar like they false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
Arabs and robbers I off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics 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 drums
At times I catch and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Rock did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my when I fill it in
'em, because they only push pens to minimum
Please I give them what they've seen
My style has wings more syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my minds a 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 who's the
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"