Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

Oh, just show a flesh
Let me see a little flesh,
Just show a little
Let me see a flesh, mami
Just a little flesh
Let me see a flesh

Im so hood and I change
Rip blocks from
All the way to Fullton to James, L.A. to BK
Young Rome and Im
Born more clever then my nemesis

Pop bottles like Im Jordon in the 90s
Six all I do is big things
sickin' my taste
Big ass, small waist, flawless
Really dont the race

'Cause we all as soon as the lights go out
If the head I might show out
If it's right Im tight like a fin
dis pipe blow out
The ward, let a psycho out

Rome like a redneck with his rifle out
Whats that glow, mami ice no
never
We have calls with Jacob
Been like this ever I got my cake up

Pick the dirt off the concrete and up
caring my timbs since B2K's break up
Im like with no Shaq, Kobe the mailman
One word that dont in my brains is failing man

Mami show a flesh, let me see you ma
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma

We bag more broads
We bag
You can have those hood rats with them T bag
gotta like him, Im slappin' these dudes silly
Rip the nerve out your body dont feel me

And I rock the party Bizzy B in his prime
Im as an AC Im not Busta Rhymes
No disrespect but Im as a Jazz artist
But live as the
Im beyond the hottest

Im not a star, Im the sun, not 2, I am the 1
I am not a rose, I am the gun
And I spit for the half Nash niggas sleep on
from nothing
Dreamin' of and yachts

Man I use to dream a lot but then I stop
Git on my grizzle and kept
Got my mind right, right, never tricked
Chicks mad 'cause Im
Cheap as a birds language, I the one mami

Mami a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

Mami a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Let boyfriend go, hes a chi chi man
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

Mami show a flesh, let me see you ma
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put some on your tits, rub it in ya ma

Man I done it all
Niggas clapped up over brick outs
With po po, pepper stray, bully
impressed with this willy shit
Think willys a
Have sippin' on Cris on some silly shit

I drink from yellow bottles
I like my liquor brown as just jo, a grudge no
I erase enemys like fat
Take to ball
Clap like the Awards

Down hits, up, spit hit, seven up
Missed seven enough, shred 'em up
Set 'em up, wet 'em up, won't let 'em up
Hit 'em twice some more 'cause he dead enough
Call me Man

Think Im now, you should see me in my boxer
You think my is obnoxious
I got old donuts in my
Harder then you, you know how we do
What

Mami a little flesh, let me see you ma
Put some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma

Mami show a flesh, let me see you ma
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma
Let your go, hes a chi chi man
Put Cris on your tits, rub it in ya ma