Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Clap

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

NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna 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 will crumble
Some call 'em songs, I call 'em words me
take long to cook
So some feel free in sayin' we don't hunger for beats

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

prepare 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 exhaust pipes
We run mics, let run the marathon
Yo that money son, we raisin' these kids
Get when curtains close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, bring some breath, S A T smart, part ese

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

clap your hands to what he's doing
On jack

Let's go for beat, and rhymes 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 heavyweight L.I. with no date, of expiration
On this fate on the mic, them keep comin'
I'm on by niggaz I love most
So what threat could you possibly pose when I'm on your
So raise guns or your glasses
Either way be a toast in the air
Markin' the return of bare minimums, you to learn
Get your verbs right you down to clap

See that gun powder caliber rap'll tip like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and
Bow-tie papers stacked
Pay the tax or get your street sweeped
Front row, or the cheap seats
I dodge ricochets like ram trucks, you slow to pull it
And I suppose you wanna top the billboard
Man I toast these rhymes and then pop like

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

clap your hands to what he's doing