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

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch like guitar strings that crawl through the
Collision of
Classic of diction
Surgically written
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
Make you or just lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just saying 2006
And you still sound like you Black Thought's dick
Counterfeit styles on half off shit
Same wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
and robbers I chop off wrists
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 some more
As no on played the drums before
At times I vibe and my rhymes so sick
Feeling I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my fingers when I it in
Killin' 'em, because only push pens to minimum
Please I give them they've never seen
My has wings more than syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my minds a 10 years
Each then the last one is
You catch-up unless you got a magical wrist
A mountain of coke and from every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're friends the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail to kill us"