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 to here him play (lick shots)
Ya'll
At notebook leakin'
I'm
Long days, no
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're the scene right now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay that see this
B-List they couldn't crawl my sneakers
Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Jesus
My pens all my lyrics are wild creatures
If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to
beast of speech
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? shit treason
My pen screams- "This ink trick, I'm bleeding!"
Whatever it is you got we don't it
Rocks. You see I'm busy right? Beat it!
These ain't lyrics, it's my notebook
I wrote this while leaning on a skin queen 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 with the
And stretch like guitar that crawl through the rhythm
Collision of
selection of diction
Surgically written
with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips
Make you quit or 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 Thought's
Counterfeit styles on half off shit
Same cats wanna give my dap shit
Walk the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can a Molotov of this
Arabs and I chop off wrists
Hip Hop better run and call 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 could rip NAS Chubb Rock did
On- To the Grill
it in my fingers when I fill it in
Killin' 'em, they only push pens to minimum
Please I them what they've never seen
My style has more than syllables
Azeem you fell the results
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 every rapper that in the biz
Cheers..
Ask you're who's the illest
On the mic screaming
"Ismail to kill us"