Luyện nghe bài hát Drummer

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

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

Watch me shock the world, move the 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', every is life threatenin'
And you could get a chest full of in a slight second
Yo, my nine milli' pistol's official
So you can That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal

[Ghostface
Aiyo, Ghost with 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

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

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

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

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

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