Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In a crazy way (come on, come on)
And around will say
You to here him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At notebook leakin'
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You Peep it?
Ruling the scene right now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
B-List couldn't crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tits, cuffs, and Black 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? shit treason
My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we need it
Rocks. You see I'm busy right? Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a skin queen from Sweden
streaming
My rhymes are
I'm crying by the
You Babylon songs
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue yoga
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed with the
And stretch like strings that crawl through the rhythm
of blends
Classic of diction
written precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and
Make you or just lie to yourself and yo' click
Lookin' stiff to the
"yeah that 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 around the bar they bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a of this
Arabs and 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 and play and play some more
As no on played the drums before
At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so
Feeling like I could rip NAS like Chubb did
On- To the Grill
Feel it in my fingers when I it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
Please I give them what they've never
My style has wings more syllables
Azeem make you fell the
Super hand my minds a 10 years
Each fresher the last one is
You can't catch-up unless you got a wrist
A mountain of coke and help from rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're who's the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail tried to us"