Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Clap

You out there?
Well clap hands 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 tell you there's no comp
But I'm still humble, even though I crumble halls
Some call 'em songs, I 'em words from me
take long to cook
So some feel free in that we don't hunger for beats

Not we not hungry, just picky in what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the
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 you can play this rap game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, wonder why, givin' what you Holmes

prepare yo'self for the neutron, bitch
This is eighty-six, let that go
We present these 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 stamina baby, some breath, S A T book smart, part ese

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

Well clap your hands to what doing
On tempo

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

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

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

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

Well clap your hands to what doing