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 everyone will say
You ought to here him (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your leakin'
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
Ruling the scene right now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
B-List couldn't crawl 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
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop That shit treason
My pen screams- "This 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 this while on a brown skin queen from Sweden
streaming
My are stars
I'm by the river
You Babylon songs
II'm a young
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed with the
And stretch guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
Surgically written
with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo'
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just since 2006
And you sound like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on half off shit
Same cats wanna 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 I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

I'll play and and play and play some more
As no on ever played the drums
At times I vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
I give them what they've never seen
My style has more than syllables
Azeem you fell the results
Super my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher the last one is
You catch-up unless you got a magical wrist
A of coke and help from every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"