Luyện nghe bài hát Drummer

[Intro: (Ghostface Killah)]
I want the horns, blowing..
I don't the streets 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 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..

[Ghostface
Awwwww, Meth Tical, yo, you on my corns and shit
Got the lit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is this?
I you at the Grammy's with a triple Bar Mitz'
Can I it? (Hell No!)
That's why she got hair in her elbows and she real
And a, two weeks she gotta see her P.O
She's a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for
Method Man (Toney Starks) the most M.C. in the whole wide world
Is you and you even know it, know it, know it..

Watch me shock the world, move the masses 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

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

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

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

[Trife Da
the fluid, hop out and park the Buick
I got fiends blowin' CREAM like Martha
We on that up north jail shit, harder than chips
Ya'll better bail quick, before you inhale 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 time my let go
Get out of line or your life like a klepto

[Ghostface
When Biggie died, they came out with fries
Big biscuits got me over, in the streets
gloves, layin' for thugs, prayin'
Drop a bronco buster, on the rap patient

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

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