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 around say
You ought to here him (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your notebook
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're Ruling the right now
Can't it
an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List they couldn't crawl through my
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black
My pens alive all my lyrics are creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
Ferocious beast of
of reason
Hip Hop nation? That treason
My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we need it
Rocks. You see I'm busy right? Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, my notebook dreaming
I wrote this leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden
Life's
My are stars
I'm crying by the
You singing songs
II'm a Yoda
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 precision
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo'
Lookin' stiff to the
"yeah that the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
styles on some half off shit
Same cats give my dap talk shit
Walk the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
and robbers I chop 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 play and play more
As no on ever played the drums
At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so
like I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they only push pens to
Please I give them what they've seen
My style has more than syllables
make you fell the results
Super hand my minds a 10 years
Each fresher then the one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a wrist
A mountain of coke and help every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends who's the
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"