Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Hands Together

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

This is for thousands of who came
A show road to road you're entertained
I don't have to say my name
'Cause the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame

Masses of posses packed up
Ladies lovely and on screamin'
Go Rakim, go Rakim, go
It won't be long it's on with the show

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

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

Then somethin' happens, start tappin'
You can't hold when Rakim's rappin'
The man been waitin' for, rougher than ever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your together

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

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

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

Followin' footsteps, you better turn back
MC's suck rhymes like vacuums
The style remains the same, the words is
Bitten, re-written, recited and

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

Static, I cling
I got a tip of my own and I sing
Don't understand, an example
And why MC's and DJ's

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

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

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

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

Now the man with the master plan?
With stacks of verbal so clap 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 snapped your
The rhymes was written for the crowd's
When I'm with this you toy with

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

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

Whoever's frontin' know, nothin' to say though
So lay low, musical are kickin' like Kato
Don't get it, hard as you ever hear it
I know it's fearified, but fear it

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

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