Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In such a way (come on, come on)
And everyone will say
You ought to him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At notebook leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the right now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
B-List they couldn't through my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had they'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That 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 right? Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown queen from Sweden
Life's
My are stars
I'm crying by the
You Babylon songs
II'm a young
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

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

I'll and play and play and play some more
As no on ever played the drums
At times I catch and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they only push pens to
Please I give them they've never seen
My style has wings more than
Azeem make you the results
hand 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 and help from every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends who's the
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"