Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I to play the drums (ah ha ah ha)
In a crazy way (come on, come on)
And around will say
You ought to here him (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your notebook
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the right now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
B-List they couldn't crawl my sneakers
Fists and tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces
Ferocious of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop That shit 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 busy right? it!
These lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen from
streaming
My rhymes are
I'm crying by the
You singing Babylon
II'm a Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch like guitar strings that crawl through the
of blends
Classic selection of
Surgically precision
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you or just lie to yourself and yo' click
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just saying 2006
And you still like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on some half off
Same wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like they bought 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 I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

I'll and play and play and play some more
As no on played the drums before
At times I catch and my rhymes so sick
like I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they only push pens to
Please I give them what they've seen
My style has wings than syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my minds a Hulk 10
Each then the last one is
You can't catch-up you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and help every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're who's the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail to kill us"