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

Uh, yeah, it's suicide
In the hood catalytic converters
On the block like Lego in the 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 kids 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 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 1-800, cops shot shit

Say we gonna
Mmm, say we were 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 from niggas to porch
To negroes, to blacks, back to niggas again, yet niggas hungry
Abolish the N-word, the so corny
While homeland security are all on me

They watch through the optics, it dawned on me
That cops can run in your spot quick without warning
educate the masses 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 Governor Patterson
And the ghetto is impossible to
And the first obstacle is tapeworm in my abdomen

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

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

Said the people gon'
Now everybody just,
on

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

And selective theatrics, collective
I'm systematically pissed, automatics for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm just beside this, peaceful 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 the thoughts of the people
one day we gon' clap