Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

You should in your wildest dreams shit on a nigger
Police, eat a dick, up, you know why?

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

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

In words, the police
Say it, say it like Pac the
Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the
Where little got it bad 'cause we brown

Now who am I? P-Monch 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 numbers

The 105th, the 103rd, my in Queens doing 13
If we get the to get on some tall stock shit
My a glock clip
My lames be on some 1-800, cops shit

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

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

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

And they ask me why I'm and animate
'Cause I my focus like Governor Patterson
And the ghetto is to escape
And the first obstacle is this in my abdomen

Spear-Chucker, fuck that, I javelins
And $5,000 in the face of James Madison
This is an postmortem
To focus on your novus ordo seclorum

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

Said the people gon'
Now just, just
on

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

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

The Gospel, I
Spit it like Jesus of and then emphatically clap
At any obstacle, an feat, the fathom is not logical
But the thoughts of the people
one day we gon' clap