Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

You should never in your dreams shit on a nigger
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
twice as bananas with no chorus

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

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

Now who am I? P-Monch Do or Die
Nah, South Suicide, Queens, I get down
I peep surveillance in the street every
You may not play but you know these numbers

The 105th, the 103rd, my peoples in Queens 13
If we get the to get on some tall stock shit
My brain's a glock
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 the people gon' clap
Watch me clap to

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

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

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

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

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

Said the people gon'
Now everybody just,
on

No respect, no
Mad Max with multiple max, mad banana clips
A black hammer that the back of a black talon
Slew a hallow tips through the of your blue silence

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

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