Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

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

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

Pop bottles Im Michael Jordon in the 90s
Six ring all I do is big
Fall my taste
Big ass, small waist, flawless
dont matter the race

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

Young Rome a redneck with his rifle out
Whats that glow, mami ice no
Rhinestone
We have conference calls Jacob
Been this ever since I got my cake up

Pick the dirt off the concrete and up
Been caring my timbs B2K's break up
Im like Patton no Shaq, Kobe the mailman
One word that compete 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 boyfriend 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
Rome gotta like him, Im slappin' dudes silly
Rip the nerve out your body dont feel me

And I rock the party like Bizzy B in his
Im cool as an AC Im not Rhymes
No disrespect but Im smooth as a Jazz
But as the Roots
Homey Im beyond the

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 sleep on cots
Started from
of boats and yachts

Man I use to dream a lot but I stop sleepin'
Git on my and kept bizzy
Got my mind right, money right, tricked
Chicks mad 'cause Im
Cheap as a language, I ain't the one mami

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

show 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 some Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma

Man I seen it all
Niggas clapped up over brick shoot
With po po, pepper stray, bully
Broads with this willy shit
Think a trick?
Have Diddy sippin' on Cris on some shit

I dont drink yellow bottles
I like my liquor brown as jo, hold a grudge no
I enemys like Bubba fat
Take stars to
Clap like the Grammy

hits, seven up, spit hit, seven up
Missed enough, deep 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 sexy now, you see me in my boxer
You think my flow is
I got old donuts in my
Harder then you, you know how we do
What

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

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