Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In a crazy way (come on, come on)
And everyone will say
You ought to him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your notebook
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
Ruling the scene right now
Can't it
an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List they couldn't crawl through my
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
Priest of
Hip Hop That shit treason
My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we don't it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm right? Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin from Sweden
streaming
My are stars
I'm by the river
You singing songs
II'm a Yoda
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And like guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
Surgically written
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
Make you quit or lie to yourself and yo' click
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it
I'm just saying 2006
And you still sound you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on half off shit
Same wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar they bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
Arabs and robbers I off wrists
Hip Hop better run and call KRiS
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 ever the drums before
At times I catch vibe and my so sick
Feeling I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my fingers when I it in
Killin' 'em, because only push pens to minimum
Please I them what they've never seen
My style has wings than syllables
make you fell the results
Super hand my minds a Hulk 10
Each fresher then the one is
You catch-up unless you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and help from every rapper that in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail to kill us"