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 him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At your leakin'
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're the scene right now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay that could see
B-List they couldn't through my sneakers
and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens all my lyrics are wild creatures
If- had teeth they'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious of speech
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 right? Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my dreaming
I wrote this while on a brown skin queen from Sweden
Life's
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 with the mission
And stretch like guitar that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
Surgically precision
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you or just lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just saying since
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
Counterfeit styles on some half off
Same cats give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
Arabs and I chop off wrists
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 and play some more
As no on played the drums before
At times I vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
Please I give what they've never seen
My has wings more than syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher the last one is
You catch-up unless you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and help from every rapper lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask friends who's the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"