Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a
Police, eat a dick, up, you know why?

Clap, on, clap off
Clap at 'em and I do not applause
Rap nicer than with no Claus
Trapped twice as with no chorus

Uh, yeah, it's murder
In the like catalytic converters
On the block like Lego in the streets like street
Three Little Pigs is what I be on beats like

In other words, the
Say it, say it like Pac the
Fuck 'em, and that's straight the underground
little kids got it bad 'cause we brown

Now who am I? from Do or Die
Nah, South Suicide, Queens, I get down
I peep surveillance in the street summer
You may not play lotto but you know these

The 105th, the 103rd, my peoples in doing 13
If we get the to get on some tall stock shit
My brain's a clip
My lames be on some 1-800, shot shit

Say we gonna
Mmm, say we gonna get it together
Yeah, yeah,
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I the people gon' clap
me clap to this

We went from niggas to monkeys
To negroes, to blacks, back to niggas again, yet niggas still
Abolish the N-word, the plan's so
While security cams are all on me

watch through the fiber optics, it dawned on me
That cops can just run in spot quick without warning
They educate the masses to follow, it's so
I sat in the of the classes, asleep snoring

And they ask me why I'm and animate
I lost my focus like Governor Patterson
And the is impossible to escape
And the first is this tapeworm in my abdomen

Spear-Chucker, fuck that, I tossed
And $5,000 bills in the face of Madison
This is an American
To focus on your bogus novus ordo

Say we gonna
Mmm, say we were gonna get it
Yeah,
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the gon' clap
me clap to this

Said the people clap
Now just, just
on

No respect, no
It's Mad Max with multiple max, mad banana
A black that hits the back of a black talon
Slew a hallow tips the wall of your blue silence

And selective theatrics, collective
I'm systematically pissed, clap for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm just beside this, fanatics for peace
But you ain't got a

The Gospel, I
Spit it like of Nazareth and then emphatically clap
At any obstacle, an impossible feat, the is not logical
But chronical the of the people
'Cause one day we clap