Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Together

Clap your hands, put your hands
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your

This is for of people who came
A show from road to road you're
I don't even to say my name
when the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame

Masses of posses up schemin'
lovely and keep on screamin'
Go Rakim, go Rakim, go
It won't be long then it's on with the

I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the
O seven, incognito
Sneak in the back door, for the stage
I get on you react in a rage

People from side to side and to back
dance, if the MC's whack
The go psycho even if I don't move
Some like the groove 'cause I'm so

Then somethin' happens, start tappin'
You can't hold back Rakim's rappin'
The man you've waitin' for, rougher than ever
and gentlemen, put your hands together

Clap your hands, your hands
Clap your hands, your hands
Clap your hands, your hands
Clap hands, clap your hands

I create 'em, 'em, shake 'em, then make 'em clap to this
Most of you rappers, can't even rap to
I made it faster, you to master
Syncopated styles, words after

Measures of metaphor of more than one
Take it both ways, I'll be here you're done
Remember as the rhyme goes on rougher
Soon as I stop, you had of

Followin' footsteps, you better back soon
Sucker MC's suck rhymes vacuums
The style the same, the words is changed
Bitten, re-written, and re-arranged

Sing if your tongue is strong, it gets sore
Sing when I'm gone and break your jaw
Wisdom so swift, I'm Asiatic
Is it a gift, or

Static, I don't
I got a tip of my own and I don't
Don't understand, here's an
And why MC's and sample

'Cause we don't have a band, just my voice and his hands
what hip-hop was, it still stands
The records we use are mom's and pop's collection
Find a break a dope selection

And go to the store, buy one more
So my DJ can mix 'cause that's his hands are for
later hip-hop got contracts
The chance to put actual on wax

A mind's the coach, the physical form's the
The the destination, I'm the cream
And still I with somethin' pumpin' and somethin' clever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your together

Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands, clap your hands
your hands, clap your hands, clap 'em, clap 'em
Clap your, clap your, clap your

Now who's the man with the master
With stacks of verbal attacks so your hands
Rhyme in graffiti, xeroxed on blueprints
Students are now a nuisance

You couldn't it, you had to clap to this
You got excited, you almost your wrist
The rhymes was written for the enjoyment
When I'm with this you toy with

The def jam juicer rough rhyme
Loads of lyrics get you loose, looser
The man so and world so rough
is throwin' and sewin' rippin' re-stitchin' the cuts

Microphone your majesty, no bad as me
Seems the tragedy, had to be
of some def view of a video
Visions are vicious, and I'll let the city

Whoever's frontin' they know, to say though
So lay low, musical forms are kickin' Kato
Don't get near it, hard as you ever it
I know it's fearified, but don't it

And try to predict which you can kick
You're quick to your best, for the mic is lit
Instead of goin' with the flow you're supposed to go
And the show and yo, put your hands together

Clap your hands, your hands
Clap hands, put your hands together
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your