Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

You should never in wildest dreams shit 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 Santa with no Claus
Trapped twice as with no chorus

Uh, yeah, it's murder
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 Pac the police
Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the
Where little kids got it bad we brown

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

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 lames be on some 1-800, cops 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 went from to porch monkeys
To negroes, to blacks, to niggas again, yet niggas still hungry
Abolish the N-word, the so corny
While homeland cams are all on me

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

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

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 gon' clap
Now just, just
on

No respect, no
It's Mad Max 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 selective theatrics, dramatics
I'm systematically pissed, clap for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm just this, peaceful fanatics for peace
But you ain't got a

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