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

This is
I proceed with the
And stretch like guitar strings that through the rhythm
Collision of
selection of diction
Surgically written
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
Make you quit or just lie to yourself and yo'
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just saying 2006
And you still sound you ridin' Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on some half off
Same cats wanna give my dap shit
Walk the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov 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 play some
As no on played the drums before
At times I catch vibe and my so sick
Feeling like I rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they only pens to minimum
I give them what they've never seen
My style has wings more than
Azeem you fell the results
hand my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each then the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a magical
A mountain of coke and help from every rapper lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're who's the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"