Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to the drums (ah ha ah ha)
In such a crazy way (come on, on)
And around will say
You to here him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At your notebook
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're Ruling the scene now
Can't it
an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List couldn't crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are creatures
If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? shit 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 busy Beat it!
These lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming
I wrote while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden
streaming
My are stars
I'm crying by the
You singing Babylon
II'm a Yoda
Yo, my tongue yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed with the
And like guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm
Collision of
Classic selection of
Surgically written
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
Make you or just lie to yourself and yo' click
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just saying since
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
styles on some half off shit
Same cats wanna my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like they bought tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and robbers I off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics better run and call
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 played the drums before
At I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my fingers I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they only pens to minimum
Please I give them 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 catch-up unless you got a wrist
A mountain of coke and help every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're who's the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail to kill us"