Luyện nghe bài hát Drummer

[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)]
I want the horns, blowing..
I don't want the streets to a melody...
(yeah, it's hip hop, hip hop
The mic needs to be a bit more crystal)
I don't to hear the good time is coming..
Don't want to hear the in back of me...
(youknowhatI'msaying? Cuz I'm to go in)
I'm not gonna it! I don't want the drummer..

Killah]
Awwwww, Meth Tical, yo, you stepped on my and shit
Got the charm lit, bomb wrist, type of arm is this?
I seen you at the with a triple Bar Mitz'
Can I it? (Hell No!)
why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow
And a, two weeks she gotta see her P.O
She's a to signs, she fuck it up for Leos
Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the whole wide world
Is you and you hardly know it, know it, know it..

Watch me shock the world, move the masses like a
It's a stickup, everybody's (hands high)
See the bigger, picture, I'm out for the grand
I'm not a player, senor, I'm the franchise

[Trife Da
Aiyo, with sweatin', every bullet is life threatenin'
And you could get a full of slugs in a slight second
Yo, my nine pistol's really official
So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy

[Ghostface
Aiyo, it's Ghost with the sky kufi, smashin' groupies
Leavin' them fiend out, like New Jack's
Every line is like ninety nine
Shrine auditorium rap, in my wall in the back

[Method
Now that you know my name, niggaz know my
If you feel me, then you know my
I you rap dudes done stole my slang, try'nna hold my fame
Ain't even enough to hold my thang
flow, fuck with me though, baby, I'mma try'nna see dough
My got them caught in the yard screamin' for C.O
time we blow, it raise the prize on the padrico
Ya'll niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq a free throw

[Trife Da
the fluid, hop out and park the Buick
I got fiends blowin' CREAM like Martha
We on up north jail shit, harder than steel chips
Ya'll niggaz better bail quick, you inhale clips

Ya'll better get low, I let the Tec blow
Streetlife, I'mma try'nna get more than Kreftlo
The hood echoes, every time my nine let go
Get out of line or steal life like a klepto

Killah]
When Biggie died, they came out Biggie fries
Big got me over, in the streets wide
Prada gloves, for thugs, prayin'
a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap patient

[Method
I'mma leave the shit this in that H2 Hummer now
Mami gotta call bean ass ay caramba, now
Eh boy el loco, oh no, I ain't
My hoes, I keep 'em good, right, but no dough

[Outro:
I don't no horns blowing..
I don't want the -- I want the drummer..
I don't want the -- I want the drummer..