Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Clap

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

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

Not that we not hungry, picky in what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep 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 nostril
Nigga how you figure you can play rap game without the backbone?
Maseo, Dave, wonder why, givin' what you lack Holmes

Aiyyo yo'self for the neutron, bitch
This is eighty-six, let neo-rap go
We present flares to put fire to your ears
To lay smoke like exhaust pipes
We run mics, let run the marathon
Yo raise that 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 tone, street niggaz get grown
more couth before you get poofed
Or get some shells sent over to your mic
Excuse, my delivery but when don't work
See this piece work, cock aim and shoot
the constitutional right to bear arms
Arms and hands on mics, make fans unite
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 rhymes for
(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 bring beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the aside)

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

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

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