Luyện nghe bài hát Clap Yo Hands

Coming out the alleyways of
Producer Kaygee
Followed by the backbone,
And the to fall onto this planet, me

Falling through the with a burst first for ya
Clapping ya hands now we must say,
For sure, but I am thirsty, oh mercy
It's worse see, firs see, oh curse me, it's Jersey

Slappin' through the skins now a trends in
Broader Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights skip the cameras we action in
It's Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back

Kay's this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
Hoochies pop their coochies and their hips
when in Texas with no gear troopin'
That's when I find the broads in Houston boostin'

feel the party
Put your hands everybody
All the in the house, I call the honies, first
'Cause it's pure and ya sure ta get your worth so just

Clap your this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's
your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the
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To all my on the top
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And in the front stop
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And to those other MCs, Naughty by Nature Nigga, please
We just took the time to form three
Now the whole awaits the new recital
I'll take your favorite I'll crumple up their title

In their face I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your crew that's why your show's wack
So let the and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for hip hop and I'm

I'm holdin' down the fort my block
I reign in this game jackin' people's props
Many crews stress me
Petty try to test me, very few impress me, bless me

I sneeze the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the considered scrap
Fact, Naughty niggas will never be
Come and try word God, to life, I put that on the double I

Clap your hands evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's

According to the calculations from the slums it's
Hey, Kay makes tracks all like raw chittlins
Styles are think I'm kiddin'? Well nigga listen
long and steady 'til your palm's sore and sweaty

Started cutting than petty confetti
after I said, bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany, papa's machete
Hope ya ready, but if not, guard ya knot
Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same

Still chill, I rock real and raw like a brawl's a fight
Shorty taking tall so practice saying, alright
(Aight?)
The party,

the ball all in the back head towards the front
'Cause the wall fall
I might make moves and
Start a crammed
Make and titties in the city glow like lotion

Remember freestyles where
Systems still sound like CB's, I eat tracks leave them
I'm greedy, see me
Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with hopes

Watch my smoke now why
Sly get by nope now negro
You were, dead-ass
Head too strong, now your zero

We can get deep way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, who's back again
That click clan to make you clap your hands

Clap your hands this evening, on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, alright

To all my on the left
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To all my people on the
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To all my on the top
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And in the front stop
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