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 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 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, every two weeks she see her P.O
a disgrace 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 know it, know it, know it..

Watch me shock the world, the masses like a landslide
It's a literal stickup, (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 chest full of slugs in a slight
Yo, my nine milli' pistol's really
So you can That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal

[Ghostface
Aiyo, it's Ghost with the sky blue kufi, groupies
Leavin' them 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, niggaz know my
If you feel me, then you know my
I seen you rap dudes done my slang, try'nna hold my fame
Ain't strong enough to hold my thang
Wanna flow, fuck me though, baby, I'mma try'nna see dough
My squad got them caught in the screamin' for C.O
Every time we blow, it raise the on the padrico
Ya'll niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq a free throw

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

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

Killah]
When Biggie died, they came out with Biggie
Big got me over, in the streets wide
Prada gloves, for thugs, prayin'
Drop a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap

[Method
I'mma leave the shit this summer in that H2 now
Mami gotta call bean 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 don't want the -- I want the drummer..