Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In such a crazy way (come on, on)
And around will say
You ought to him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your notebook
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the scene now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay that could see
B-List they 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
Ferocious of speech
of reason
Hip Hop That shit treason
My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we don't 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 skin queen Sweden
Life's
My are stars
I'm by the river
You singing songs
a young Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed with the
And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm
Collision of
Classic of diction
Surgically precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
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 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black dick
Counterfeit styles on half off shit
Same cats give my dap talk shit
around the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
Arabs and robbers I chop off
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 like Rock did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my fingers when I it in
Killin' 'em, because they push pens to minimum
Please I give them what never seen
My style has wings than syllables
Azeem you fell the results
Super hand my minds a 10 years
Each then the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a magical
A mountain of coke and from every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends who's the
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"