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 everyone around say
You ought to him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At your leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You Peep it?
Ruling the scene right now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
they couldn't crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Jesus
My alive all my lyrics are wild creatures
If- had teeth they'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast of
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That treason
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 this while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden
Life's
My rhymes are
I'm crying by the
You Babylon songs
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue yoga
son
Run pum pum

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

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