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 ought to here him (lick shots)
slippin'
At your notebook
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the scene now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay that could see
B-List couldn't crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had they'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast of
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That treason
My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we need it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy right? it!
These lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown queen from Sweden
Life's
My are stars
I'm by the river
You singing songs
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
Surgically precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
you quit or just lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm saying since 2006
And you still like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on some off shit
cats wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and robbers I chop off
Hip Hop fanatics run and call KRiS
If I see you on stage I'm a run and BLITZ!

I'll play and and play and play some more
As no on ever played the before
At times I catch and my rhymes so sick
like I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they only pens to minimum
Please I them what they've never seen
My style has wings than syllables
Azeem make you the results
hand my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher the last one is
You can't unless you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and help from every rapper that in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends who's the
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"