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 want to hear the good time is coming..
Don't want to hear the in back of me...
(youknowhatI'msaying? Cuz I'm to go in)
I'm not gonna it! I don't want the drummer..

Killah]
Awwwww, Meth Tical, yo, you stepped on my and shit
Got the charm lit, bomb wrist, what of arm is this?
I seen you at the Grammy's with a Bar Mitz'
Can I it? (Hell No!)
why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow
And a, two weeks she gotta 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 world
Is you and you hardly even know it, it, know it..

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

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

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

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

[Trife Da
Spark the fluid, hop out and the Buick
I got fiends blowin' CREAM like Stewart
We on that up jail shit, harder than steel chips
Ya'll better bail 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 echoes, every time my nine let go
Get out of or steal your life like a klepto

[Ghostface
When died, they came out with 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 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 'em lookin' good, right, but no dough

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