Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to the drums (ah ha ah ha)
In such a way (come on, come on)
And everyone will say
You to here him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At notebook leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're Ruling the right now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay that see this
they couldn't crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
Ferocious beast of
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 right? Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my dreaming
I wrote this leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden
streaming
My rhymes are
I'm by the river
You singing songs
II'm a young
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic selection of
Surgically written
with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just saying since
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
styles on some half off shit
Same cats give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like they bought false (oh on)
You can light a of this
Arabs and robbers I chop off
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 play and some more
As no on played the drums before
At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so
Feeling like I rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my fingers I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they push pens to minimum
Please I give them what never seen
My has wings more than syllables
make you fell the results
Super my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher then the one is
You can't catch-up you got a magical wrist
A of coke and help from every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends who's the
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail to kill us"