Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Clap

You out there?
Well clap hands to what he's doing
On tempo

NYC you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators of East Coast stars
If you ask me I'll tell you there's no
But I'm still humble, even though I crumble halls
call 'em songs, I call 'em words from me
That long to cook
So feel free in sayin' that we don't hunger for beats

Not that we not hungry, just in what we eat
food off the mind and keep weight off the body
All you gotta do is my name out your mouth
And frownin' like you hostile
You know that it's a booger rubbin' up against your
Nigga how you you can play this rap game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, wonder why, givin' what you lack

Aiyyo yo'self for the neutron, bitch
is eighty-six, let that neo-rap go
We these flares to put fire to your ears
To lay smoke like exhaust pipes
We run mics, let run the marathon
Yo that money son, we raisin' these kids
Get claps when curtains close, left
Up your baby, bring some breath, S A T book smart, part ese

Loc' in like tone, niggaz get grown
Acquire more couth before you get
Or get shells sent over to your mic booth
Excuse, my delivery but peace don't work
See this piece gon' work, cock aim and
It's the constitutional to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics, make fans
Woodstock and white involved, black man get on yo' job

Well clap your hands to what doing
On jack

Let's go beat for beat, and for rhymes
(Put all the aside)
Just your beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the aside)
Let's go beat for beat, and for rhymes
(Put all the aside)
Just your beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the aside)

The L.I. brother with no date, of expiration
On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep
I'm hated on by niggaz I most
So threat could you possibly pose when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or glasses
way there'll be a toast in the air
Markin' the return of minimums, you need to learn
Get verbs right when you down to clap

See that gun powder rap'll tip hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and
Bow-tie papers high
Pay the resident tax or get your sweeped
row, backstage or the cheap seats
I dodge ricochets like ram trucks, you slow poke to it
And I suppose you top the billboard chart
Man I toast these rhymes and then pop pop-tarts

Let's go for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put all the aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your
(Put all the aside)
go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put all the aside)
Just your beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the aside)

Well clap your hands to he's doing