Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to the drums (ah ha ah ha)
In such a way (come on, come on)
And around will say
You to here him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your notebook
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're the scene right now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
B-List they crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black
My alive all my lyrics are wild creatures
If- speakers had they'd rip you to pieces
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That shit
My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
it is you got we don't need it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm right? Beat it!
These lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming
I wrote this leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden
streaming
My are stars
I'm by the river
You Babylon songs
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar strings that through the rhythm
of blends
Classic selection of
written precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
Make you quit or just lie to and yo' click
Lookin' to the playback
"yeah that the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on some half off
Same wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
and robbers I chop off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics better run and KRiS
If I see you on I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

I'll play and and play and play some more
As no on ever played the before
At times I catch vibe and my so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Rock did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
Please I give what they've never seen
My style has more than syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my minds a Hulk 10
Each then the last one is
You can't catch-up you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and help from every that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"