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 around will say
You ought to him play (lick shots)
slippin'
At notebook leakin'
I'm
days, no weekend
Vacation,
You ain't it?
We're Ruling the right now
Can't it
Ain't an MC in the bay that could see
B-List they crawl through my sneakers
and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus
My pens alive all my lyrics are creatures
If- speakers had teeth rip you to pieces
Ferocious beast of
Priest of
Hip Hop nation? That shit
My pen "This ain't 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 skin queen from Sweden
streaming
My rhymes are
I'm crying by the
You singing Babylon
a young Yoda
Yo, my tongue does
son
Run pum pum

This is
I with the mission
And stretch like guitar strings crawl through the rhythm
Collision of
selection of diction
Surgically precision
Sick with the tip of the tongue, and lips
Make you quit or lie to yourself and yo' click
stiff to the playback
Like- "yeah that the shit!" but it
I'm saying since 2006
And you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's
styles on some half off shit
Same cats wanna give my dap talk
around the bar like they bought false tits (oh on)
You can light a Molotov of
and robbers I chop off wrists
Hip Hop better run and call KRiS
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 ever played the before
At times I catch vibe and my 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 they only push pens to
Please I give them what they've seen
My style has wings than syllables
Azeem make you 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 friends who's the illest
On the mic niggas'
"Ismail tried to us"