Luyện nghe bài hát Drummer

[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)]
I don't 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 little bit crystal)
I don't to hear the good time is coming..
Don't want to the voices in back of me...
(youknowhatI'msaying? Cuz I'm to go in)
I'm not gonna hear it! I don't the drummer..

[Ghostface
Awwwww, Meth Tical, yo, you stepped on my corns and
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 and she real slow
And a, two weeks she gotta see her P.O
She's a disgrace to signs, she it up for Leos
Method Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the wide world
Is you and you hardly even know it, know it, it..

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

[Trife Da
Aiyo, with Trife sweatin', 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, Ghost with the sky blue kufi, smashin' groupies
them fiend out, like New Jack's Pookie
Every line is ninety nine dimes
Shrine auditorium rap, in my wall in the back

Man]
Now that you know my name, know my game
If you feel me, you know my pain
I seen you rap dudes done stole my slang, try'nna my fame
Ain't even enough to hold my thang
Wanna flow, with me though, baby, I'mma try'nna see dough
My got them caught in the yard screamin' for C.O
Every time we blow, it raise the 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 Stewart
We on that up north jail shit, than steel chips
Ya'll niggaz bail quick, before you inhale clips

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

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

[Method
I'mma the shit this summer in that H2 Hummer now
Mami gotta call bean ass ay caramba, now
Eh boy el loco, oh no, I Yoko
My hoes, I 'em lookin' 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..