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 little bit crystal)
I don't want to 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..

Killah]
Awwwww, Meth Tical, yo, you stepped on my and shit
Got the lit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is this?
I seen you at the with a triple Bar Mitz'
Can I it? (Hell No!)
That's why she got hair in her elbows and she slow
And a, two weeks she gotta see her P.O
She's a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for
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 like a landslide
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Man]
I'mma leave the shit this summer in H2 Hummer now
Mami gotta call your ass ay caramba, now
Eh boy el loco, oh no, I Yoko
My hoes, I keep 'em good, right, but no dough

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