Luyện nghe bài hát Drummer

[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)]
I want the horns, blowing..
I don't the streets to play 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..
want to hear 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 on my corns and shit
Got the charm lit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is
I seen you at the Grammy's with a Bar Mitz'
Can I it? (Hell No!)
That's why she got in her elbows and she real slow
And a, every two weeks she see her P.O
a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for Leos
Method Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the whole wide
Is you and you hardly even know it, know it, it..

Watch me shock the world, move the masses 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

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

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

Man]
Now that you know my name, know my game
If you feel me, you know my pain
I seen you rap dudes stole my slang, try'nna hold my fame
Ain't even strong enough to hold my
Wanna flow, fuck with me though, baby, try'nna see dough
My squad got them caught in the yard for C.O
time we blow, it raise the prize on the padrico
Ya'll niggaz shoot guns like Shaq shootin' a free throw

Da God]
Spark the fluid, hop out and the Buick
I got fiends blowin' like Martha Stewart
We on that up north jail shit, than steel chips
Ya'll niggaz better quick, before you inhale clips

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

Killah]
When Biggie died, came out with Biggie fries
Big biscuits got me over, in the wide
gloves, layin' for thugs, prayin'
Drop a bronco buster, on the rap patient

[Method
leave the shit this summer 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

sample]
I don't no horns blowing..
I don't want the -- I want the drummer..
I don't want the -- I don't the drummer..