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 around will say
You to here him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At your notebook
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're Ruling the right now
Can't it
an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List they couldn't through my sneakers
Fists and tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had they'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast of
of reason
Hip Hop nation? 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 while leaning on a skin queen from Sweden
Life's
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 proceed with the
And like guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm
Collision of
Classic selection of
written precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
Make you quit or lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' to the playback
"yeah that the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just since 2006
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 they bought false (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and robbers I chop off
Hip Hop better run and call KRiS
If I see you on stage I'm a run and 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 so sick
Feeling I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
Please I give them what they've seen
My style has more than syllables
Azeem 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 wrist
A mountain of coke and help from every rapper that in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"