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 everyone around say
You to here him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your notebook
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're Ruling the scene now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay that see this
B-List they couldn't crawl my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop That shit treason
My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
it is you got we don't need it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my dreaming
I wrote while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden
Life's
My are stars
I'm by the river
You singing Babylon
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch like guitar strings that through the rhythm
Collision of
Classic selection of
written precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
Make you quit or just lie to and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the
Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it
I'm just saying since
And you sound like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on some half off
Same cats give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like they false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
Arabs and robbers I off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics better run and 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 played the before
At I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because only push pens to minimum
Please I give them what they've seen
My style has more than syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my minds a 10 years
Each fresher then the one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a magical
A mountain of coke and help from every rapper that in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail to kill us"