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
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're the scene right now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay that could see
B-List they couldn't crawl my sneakers
Fists and tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my are wild creatures
If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast of
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 busy right? it!
These lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming
I wrote while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden
streaming
My are stars
I'm by the river
You singing Babylon
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
written precision
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo'
Lookin' to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
Counterfeit styles on some half off
cats wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar they bought false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and robbers I off wrists
Hip Hop better run and call KRiS
If I see you on I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

I'll play and play and play and play some
As no on ever played the drums
At times I catch and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my fingers when I it in
Killin' 'em, because they only push to minimum
Please I give them what they've never
My style has wings than syllables
Azeem you fell the results
Super hand my a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher then the 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"