Luyện nghe bài hát Clap Yo Hands

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

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

Slappin' through the skins now a backin' in
than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights the cameras we haul action in
Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again

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

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

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

To all my people on the
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To all my on the right
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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 took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry awaits the new
I'll take your favorite I'll crumple up their title

In face 'cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your that's why your stage show's wack
So let the sleeping and 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 other people's props
Many only stress me
fools try to test me, very few impress me, bless me

I upon the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's scrap
Fact, niggas will never be defeated
Come and try word God, word to life, I put that on the I

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

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

Started cutting more than petty
Right I said, bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany, papa's machete
Hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya
Grill, nose to blows that's all the same spot

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

Pass the ball all in the back head towards the
'Cause the wall won't
I might moves and motions
Start a commotion
kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion

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

my smoke now why choke
Sly stroke get by now negro
You were, dead-ass
Head too strong, now here's your

We can get deep like way
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess back again
That Naughty click to make you clap your hands

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

To all my people on the
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To all my on the right
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To all my on the top
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And in the front don't
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