Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Clap

You out Louder
Well clap your to what he's doing
On jack

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

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

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

in like tone, street niggaz get grown
Acquire more couth you get poofed
Or get some shells over to your mic booth
Excuse, my delivery but when peace work
See this gon' work, cock aim and shoot
It's the right to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics, fans unite
Woodstock and white folks involved, man get on yo' job

Well clap your hands to what he's
On tempo

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

The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date, of
On this on the mic, them birthday keep comin'
I'm on by niggaz I love most
So what threat could you possibly when I'm on your coast?
So your guns or your glasses
Either way there'll be a in the air
the return of bare minimums, you need to learn
Get your verbs when you down to clap

See that gun powder rap'll tip hats like gentlemen do
tenements and skyscrapers
Bow-tie papers stacked
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 suppose you top the billboard chart
Man I these 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 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)

Well clap your hands to what he's