Luyện nghe bài hát Drummer

[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)]
I want the horns, blowing..
I don't want the to play a melody...
(yeah, hip hop, it's hip hop
The mic needs to be a bit more crystal)
I don't want to hear the good 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 on my corns and shit
Got the charm lit, bomb wrist, type of arm is this?
I seen you at the Grammy's a triple Bar Mitz'
Can I it? (Hell No!)
That's why she got hair in her elbows and she slow
And a, every two weeks she see her P.O
She's a disgrace to signs, she it up for Leos
Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the whole wide world
Is you and you hardly know it, know it, know it..

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

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

Killah]
Aiyo, it's with the sky blue kufi, smashin' groupies
Leavin' them fiend out, like New Pookie
Every line is like 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 hold my
even strong 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 time we blow, it raise the prize on the
Ya'll niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq shootin' a throw

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

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

[Ghostface
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

[Method
I'mma leave the shit this summer in H2 Hummer now
gotta call your bean ass ay caramba, now
Eh boy el loco, oh no, I ain't
My hoes, I keep 'em lookin' good, right, but no

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I don't want no blowing..
I don't want the -- I don't the drummer..
I want the -- I don't want the drummer..