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 ought to here him (lick shots)
slippin'
At your notebook
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the right now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay that see this
B-List couldn't crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black
My pens all my lyrics are wild creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
Ferocious of speech
of reason
Hip Hop That shit treason
My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we don't it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy right? it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my notebook
I wrote this while on a brown skin queen from Sweden
streaming
My rhymes are
I'm by the river
You singing songs
II'm a young
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
Surgically written
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the
Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it
I'm just since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
styles on some half off shit
Same cats wanna give my dap shit
Walk around the bar like they bought tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
and robbers I chop off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics better run and 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 played the drums before
At times I catch and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my fingers when I it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
I give them what they've never seen
My style has wings more syllables
Azeem make you fell the
hand my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher then the one is
You catch-up unless you got a magical 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 niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"