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 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 gonna hear it! I want 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 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 she gotta 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, know it, it..

Watch me the world, move 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 player, senor, I'm the franchise

[Trife Da
Aiyo, with Trife sweatin', every bullet is threatenin'
And you could get a chest full of in a slight second
Yo, my nine milli' pistol's official
So you can Analyze That DeNiro and Billy Crystal

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

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

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

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

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

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