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
Clap at 'em and I do not applause
Rap than Santa with no Claus
Trapped twice as bananas no chorus

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

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

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

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

We went from niggas to monkeys
To negroes, to blacks, back to niggas again, yet still hungry
Abolish the N-word, the so corny
While homeland cams are all on me

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

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

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

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

Said the gon' clap
Now everybody just,
on

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

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

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