Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Clap

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

NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna us?
We creators of them Coast stars
If you ask me I'll you there's no comp
But I'm still humble, even though I crumble halls
Some call 'em songs, I call 'em from me
That long to cook
So some feel free in sayin' that we hunger for beats

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

Aiyyo yo'self for the neutron, bitch
This is eighty-six, let that go
We present these flares to put to your ears
To lay smoke like rusty pipes
We run mics, let run the marathon
Yo raise money son, we raisin' these kids
Get claps when curtains close, stage
Up your stamina baby, 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 to your mic booth
Excuse, my delivery but when peace don't
See piece gon' work, cock aim and shoot
It's the constitutional right to arms
Arms and bare hands on mics, make unite
and white folks involved, black man get on yo' job

Well clap your hands to what he's
On jack

go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put all the aside)
Just your beats, and bring your rhymes
(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 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 when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or glasses
Either way be a toast in the air
Markin' the return of bare minimums, you need to
Get your verbs right when you down to

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

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

Well clap your hands to what doing