Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Together

Clap your hands, put hands together
Clap your hands, your hands
Clap your hands, your hands

is for thousands of people who came
A show from road to you're entertained
I don't even have to say my
'Cause when the is ripped in half, I'm to blame

of posses packed up schemin'
Ladies and keep on screamin'
Go Rakim, go Rakim, go
It won't be then it's on with the show

I'm late, so hit the brakes and the Benzito
O seven, incognito
Sneak in the door, lookin' for the stage
When I get on you in a rage

People from side to side and to back
dance, if the MC's whack
The go psycho even if I don't move
Some like the 'cause I'm so smooth

Then somethin' happens, feet tappin'
You can't back when Rakim's rappin'
The man you've been for, rougher than ever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your together

Clap your hands, your hands
Clap hands, clap your hands
your hands, clap your hands
Clap hands, clap your hands

I create 'em, 'em, shake 'em, then make 'em clap to this
of you rappers, can't even rap to this
I made it faster, you tried to
Syncopated styles, words flowin'

Measures of definitions of more than one
Take it both ways, I'll be when you're done
Remember as the rhyme goes on it's
as I stop, you had enough of

Followin' footsteps, you better turn soon
Sucker MC's suck like vacuums
The style the same, the words is changed
Bitten, re-written, and re-arranged

Sing along if your is strong, it gets sore
Sing when I'm gone and break your jaw
flows so swift, I'm Asiatic
Is it a gift, or

Static, I don't
I got a tip of my own and I sing
Don't understand, an example
And why and DJ's sample

'Cause we don't have a band, just my voice and his hands
That's hip-hop was, it still stands
The records we use are mom's and pop's collection
Find a from a dope selection

And go to the store, then buy one
So my DJ can mix 'cause that's what his are for
Years hip-hop got contracts
The chance to put actual on wax

A mind's the coach, the form's the team
The the destination, I'm the cream
And still I rise somethin' pumpin' and somethin' clever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands

Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap hands
Clap your hands, your hands, clap 'em, clap 'em
Clap your, clap your, your hands

Now the man with the master plan?
With stacks of verbal so clap your hands
Rhyme written in graffiti, xeroxed on
Students influenced are now a

You couldn't it, you had to clap to this
You got excited, you almost snapped your
The was written for the crowd's enjoyment
When I'm with this you toy with

The def jam juicer rhyme producer
Loads of lyrics get you loose, then
The man so and world so rough
is throwin' and sewin' rippin' re-stitchin' the cuts

Microphone majesty, no one's bad as me
Seems the tragedy, had to be
Thinkin' of def view of a video
Visions are vicious, and I'll let the city

Whoever's frontin' know, nothin' to say though
So lay low, musical forms are kickin' like
Don't get it, hard as you ever hear it
I know fearified, but don't fear it

And try to which rhyme you can kick
You're quick to your best, for the mic is lit
Instead of with the flow like you're supposed to go
And enjoy the and yo, put your hands together

Clap your hands, clap your
Clap your hands, put hands together
Clap your hands, clap hands
Clap your hands, clap hands