Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Together

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

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

Masses of posses packed up
lovely and keep on screamin'
Go Rakim, go Rakim, go
It won't be long then it's on with the

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

People from side to side and front to
Won't dance, if the whack
The go psycho even if I don't move
Some the groove 'cause I'm so smooth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now who's the man with the master
With stacks of attacks so clap your hands
written in graffiti, xeroxed on blueprints
Students are now a nuisance

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

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

Microphone your majesty, no bad as me
the tragedy, Rakim had to be
Thinkin' of some def of a video
Visions are vicious, and I'll let the know

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

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

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