Luyện nghe bài hát Play the Drum

I want to play the (ah ha ah ha)
In such a way (come on, come on)
And everyone around say
You ought to him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At your notebook
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're Ruling the scene now
leave it
Ain't an MC in the bay could see this
they couldn't crawl through my sneakers
Fists and tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are creatures
If- speakers had they'd rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast of
Priest of
Hip Hop That shit treason
My pen "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we don't it
Rocks. You see I'm busy right? Beat it!
These lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming
I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen Sweden
Life's
My are stars
I'm crying by the
You singing songs
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I proceed the mission
And stretch guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm
Collision of
selection of diction
Surgically precision
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 that the shit!" but it
I'm just saying since
And you still sound like you ridin' Black dick
styles on some half off shit
Same wanna give my dap talk shit
Walk around the bar like they bought tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and robbers I off wrists
Hip Hop fanatics better run and KRiS
If I see you on stage I'm a run and BLITZ!

I'll play and play and play and play more
As no on ever played the before
At times I catch vibe and my so sick
Feeling like I rip NAS like Chubb Rock did
On- To the Again
Feel it in my fingers I fill it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
Please I give them they've never seen
My style has wings more than
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 of coke and help from every rapper that lived in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're who's the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"