Luyện nghe bài hát Young Drummers

(Prod by Keyz)

(Mark A.)

Yeah.

Shout out to my homie Keyz man... up.

Yea.

you know I'm zonin,
In-between me and what I I see no one...
You think you know me but you really though,
I feel like I got my style up in a choke hold.
And I ain't even it yet,
But baby should pay me yeah,
Sound like an Aston Martin,
Dudes be on the bench talkin you ain't startin.

Man you ain't gettin play time,
But I don't need to go there,
I focus on this music,
I do not a fuck about the hos there.

I'm from, we learn to wear rubbers,
These hos set trips since you that they love us,
All my beats bang my producers drummers,
Why I am where I am that and Rob Summers yeah.

I said why I'm where I'm at right now,
girl I write it down and without a doubt,
Just make it happen, how they never switch they
I can't wait to drop this and see them folks reactions.

Turn around and twerk it for the boy I'm gone,
And she was Mark all you do is goin hard,
And I was like yea let me do my thing,
Baby where I'm from people to make their way.
I say I'm on my way, I don't ever listen I just focus all day,
They be like how your vocals so far?
Couldn't you how many nights up in my car.

Spent so nights workin,
I you it's true,
I used to be hurtin, but now I'm cool,
know somethin baby,
That not that simple,
One day I that it will be different.
That money come,
Bay we ball,
She be like hey, trip at all Mark,
I was damn,
it I'll be fine,
on the strong,
While I'm for a sign,
I'm lettin on my mind.

So I scream,
let me do my thing,
Grindin everyday girl I'm on my way,
Trippin at the moment now I think that you why,
I hope you every night.
Back nineteen a true love.
you know...
Woah...
Woah...