Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In a crazy way (come on, come on)
And everyone will say
You ought to him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At notebook leakin'
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're the scene right now
Can't it
an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List they couldn't crawl my sneakers
and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my are wild creatures
If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces
Ferocious of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? shit treason
My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
it is you got we don't need it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy right? it!
ain't lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen from
Life's
My rhymes are
I'm crying by the
You singing Babylon
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed with the
And stretch like strings that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
written precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
Make you quit or lie to yourself and yo' click
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm saying since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black dick
Counterfeit styles on half off shit
Same cats wanna give my dap shit
Walk around the bar like they bought false (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
Arabs and I chop off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics run and call KRiS
If I see you on I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

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