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 around will say
You to here him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At your notebook
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're the scene right now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay that see this
B-List they couldn't crawl through my
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
Ferocious beast of
of reason
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, my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown queen from Sweden
Life's
My rhymes are
I'm crying by the
You Babylon songs
a young Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm
Collision of
Classic of diction
Surgically precision
Sick the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo'
Lookin' to the playback
"yeah that the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just saying since
And you still like you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on some off shit
Same cats give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a of this
and robbers I chop off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics better run and KRiS
If I see you on I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

I'll play and play and play and play some
As no on ever the drums before
At times I vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
Please I give them what they've seen
My has wings more than syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each then the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a wrist
A mountain of coke and help from every that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends who's the
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail to kill us"