Luyện nghe bài hát Clap Yo Hands

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

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

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

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

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

your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, 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 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 don't stop
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And to those other MCs, by Nature fall? Nigga, please
We just took the to form three companies
Now the whole industry the new recital
I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up title

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

I'm holdin' down the around my block
I in this game jackin' other people's props
Many crews only me
Petty fools try to test me, few impress me, bless me

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

Clap your hands this evening, 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 raw chittlins
Styles are splitin' think I'm Well nigga listen
long and steady 'til your palm's sore and sweaty

Started more than petty confetti
Right after I said, bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany, papa's
ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot
Grill, nose opposed to that's all the same spot

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

Pass the ball all in the back head the front
'Cause the wall fall
I might moves and motions
Start a crammed
kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion

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

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

We can get like way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back
That Naughty click clan to make you your hands

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

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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