Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

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

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm
Collision of
Classic selection of
Surgically written
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth 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 just saying since
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
Counterfeit on some half off shit
cats wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like bought false 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 play and play and play more
As no on ever played the before
At I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my when I fill it in
'em, because they only push pens to minimum
Please I them what they've never seen
My has wings more than syllables
Azeem you fell the results
Super hand my a Hulk 10 years
fresher then the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a wrist
A mountain of coke and help from every rapper lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask friends who's the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"