Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Clap

You out there?
Well clap your hands to he's doing
On jack

NYC gave you the ball, so how you hate us?
We creators of them East stars
If you ask me I'll you there's no comp
But I'm still humble, even I will crumble halls
Some 'em songs, I call 'em words from me
That take long to
So some feel free in sayin' we don't hunger for beats

Not that we not hungry, just picky in we eat
Keep off the mind and keep weight off the body
All you gotta do is keep my name out mouth
And stop frownin' like you
You know it's a booger rubbin' up against your nostril
Nigga how you figure you can play this rap game the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, why, givin' what you lack Holmes

prepare yo'self for the neutron, bitch
This is eighty-six, let that go
We present flares to put fire to your ears
To lay smoke like exhaust pipes
We run mics, let Sean run the
Yo raise that son, we raisin' these kids
Get claps when close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, some breath, S A T book smart, part ese

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

clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo

Let's go beat for beat, and for rhymes
(Put all the aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your
(Put all the aside)
Let's go for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put all the aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your
(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 what threat could you possibly pose when I'm on your
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 your right when you down to clap

See gun powder caliber rap'll tip hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and
Bow-tie stacked high
Pay the resident tax or get street sweeped
Front row, backstage or the seats
I ricochets like ram trucks, you slow poke to pull it
And I you wanna top the billboard chart
Man I toast rhymes and then pop like pop-tarts

go beat 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 bring beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the aside)

Well clap your hands to what he's