Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

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

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

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

In words, the police
Say it, say it Pac the police
Fuck 'em, and that's straight the underground
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 every summer
You may not play lotto but you know these

The 105th, the 103rd, my peoples in Queens 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 were
Mmm, say we gonna get it together
Yeah, yeah,
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the people clap
Watch me to this

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

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

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

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

Say we were
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 gon' 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 through the wall of your silence

And selective theatrics, collective
I'm systematically pissed, clap for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm just this, peaceful fanatics for peace
But you got a pacifist

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