Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to the drums (ah ha ah ha)
In a crazy way (come on, come on)
And everyone will say
You to here him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At your leakin'
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
Ruling the scene right 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 Black
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop That 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 ain't lyrics, my notebook dreaming
I wrote this 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 does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed with the
And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic selection of
Surgically precision
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or lie to yourself and yo' click
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it
I'm saying since 2006
And you sound like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
styles on some half off shit
Same wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like they false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
Arabs and robbers I off wrists
Hip Hop better run and call KRiS
If I see you on I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

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