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)
slippin'
At notebook leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You Peep it?
We're Ruling the scene now
Can't it
an MC in the bay that could see this
B-List they couldn't through my sneakers
and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop That shit 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 ain't lyrics, it's my notebook
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin from Sweden
streaming
My rhymes are
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 that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
Surgically precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
Make you or just lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' to the playback
Like- "yeah the shit!" but it ain't
I'm just since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
Counterfeit styles on some half off
Same cats wanna give my dap talk
around the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
Arabs and 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 and play some more
As no on ever played the drums
At I catch vibe and my rhymes 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 push pens to minimum
I give them what they've never seen
My style has more than syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my a Hulk 10 years
Each fresher the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a magical
A mountain of coke and from every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask friends who's the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"