Luyện nghe bài hát Drummer

[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)]
I don't the horns, blowing..
I don't want the streets to 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 hear the 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 stepped on my corns and
Got the charm lit, wrist, what type 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 she gotta 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 even know it, it, know it..

Watch me shock the world, move the masses a landslide
It's a 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

[Trife Da
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

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

Man]
Now that you my name, niggaz know my game
If you feel me, then you know my
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 squad got them in the yard screamin' for C.O
Every we blow, it raise the prize on the padrico
Ya'll niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq a free throw

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

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

[Ghostface
When Biggie died, they came out with Biggie
Big biscuits got me over, in the wide
Prada gloves, layin' for thugs,
a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap patient

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

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