Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In such a crazy way (come on, on)
And everyone around say
You ought to here him (lick shots)
slippin'
At notebook leakin'
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 alive all my lyrics are wild creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
Ferocious of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? 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 right? it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my notebook
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen Sweden
streaming
My are stars
I'm crying by the
You singing songs
II'm a Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch like guitar strings that crawl the rhythm
Collision of
Classic selection of
written precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo'
Lookin' stiff to the
Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it
I'm just since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
Counterfeit on some half off shit
Same wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like they false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and I chop off wrists
Hip Hop better run and call KRiS
If I see you on I'm a run and call- BLITZ!

I'll play and play and and play some more
As no on played the drums before
At I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Rock did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my fingers when I it in
Killin' 'em, because they only pens to minimum
Please I give them they've never seen
My style has wings than syllables
make you fell the results
Super hand my minds a 10 years
fresher then the last 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 who's the
On the mic screaming
"Ismail to kill us"