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 him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At your leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're Ruling the scene now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay that see this
B-List they couldn't through my sneakers
Fists and tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are wild
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That shit
My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we need it
Kick Rocks. You see I'm busy right? it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin from Sweden
streaming
My are stars
I'm crying by the
You Babylon songs
a young Yoda
Yo, my does yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic selection of
Surgically written
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
you quit or just lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm saying since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black dick
styles on some half off shit
Same cats wanna give my dap talk
Walk around the bar like bought false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and robbers I 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 and play some more
As no on ever played the drums
At times I vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Chubb did
On- To the Again
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, because they only push to minimum
Please I give them what they've never
My style has wings more syllables
Azeem make you the results
Super my minds a Hulk 10 years
Each then the last one is
You catch-up unless you got a magical wrist
A of coke and help from every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"