Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

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

Clap, clap on, 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 block Lego in the streets like street light
Little Pigs is what I be on these beats like

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

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

The 105th, the 103rd, my in Queens doing 13
If we get the urge to get on some stock shit
My brain's a glock
My be on some 1-800, cops shot shit

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

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

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

And ask me why I'm vocal and animate
'Cause I lost my like Governor Patterson
And the ghetto is impossible to
And the first obstacle is this tapeworm in my

Spear-Chucker, fuck that, I tossed
And $5,000 in the face of James Madison
is an American postmortem
To focus on 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 the people gon' clap
Watch me to this

Said the people gon'
Now everybody just,
on

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

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

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