Luyện nghe bài hát C.L.A.P. (Cars, Ladies, & Poetry)

1]
Now you ain't a nigga cleaner, when I roll up like Khalifa
My smoking bad bitch and I ain't 'bout no reefer
A black African diva, a Black demeanor
Know my got back and your girl is a two-seater
But fuck, if I do meet her I'm a her shit
I'll test drive her then send her back to the
See now all I ever was a Mil and chips
Instead of and dill pickles, need a deal and whips
And a girl that's far from a hood rat but got a hood in her
They say I'm a good cat, if she got that cat
I'm a step up to the plate, swing that wood bat
CO where my hood at, come walk the line me
I need that Johnny Cash; I make jokes, she always
She a grown woman, but that is toddler bad
I'm tryna always smash kill shit, body bag
Pillage you, steal your heart and you won't get this part
Okay this party's crashed, girl let's blow this scene
She inner-thigh, I go between
I know you been a queen, see if I can be so keen
As to hit your spot and stretch you out, limousine

you at? (At)
I can't see you but I to hear you clap (Clap)
Shorty, you at (At)
I can't see you but I need to hear you (Clap)
Now all my bad in the back
My fine girls up front
Pretty darling is you staying or leaving, I put this thing in 6th gear and speed off the evening

2]
I keep envisioning you, me, things
Tryna be your main cat, call me your King
Keep them on girl do that model strut
I'm a flip that bottom up as if it were a bottle
And I fast, throttle, clutch
I'm an
She got horse thighs, with an engine rear
I rev her up, I her gears, peel off with her, hey officer, I offer work, no profit turned
Off with shirts, on with
She often want me on her
I'm off the end her sleep
I squash she lost in sleep
Then and turn but always dream

That smoking like a muffler
Oh you bad now you know you in trouble

Girls in the
My fine girls up front
My girls on the left
My get right on the right