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 want to hear the time is coming..
want to hear the voices in back of me...
(youknowhatI'msaying? Cuz I'm to go in)
I'm not hear it! I don't want the drummer..

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

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

Da God]
Aiyo, with Trife sweatin', bullet is life threatenin'
And you get a chest full of slugs in a slight second
Yo, my nine milli' really official
So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Crystal

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

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

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

Ya'll better get low, before I let the Tec
Streetlife, I'mma get more dollars than Kreftlo
The whole hood echoes, every time my let go
Get out of line or steal your like a klepto

[Ghostface
When Biggie died, they came out with fries
Big biscuits got me over, in the streets
gloves, layin' for thugs, prayin'
Drop a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap

Man]
I'mma leave the shit this summer in H2 Hummer now
gotta call your 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 want no blowing..
I don't want the -- I don't the drummer..
I don't want the -- I don't the drummer..