Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

You should never in your 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 than with no Claus
Trapped twice as bananas no chorus

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

In words, the police
Say it, say it like Pac the
'em, and that's straight from the underground
Where little 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 every summer
You may not play lotto but you these numbers

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

Say we were
Mmm, say we were gonna get it
Yeah, yeah,
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the gon' clap
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
homeland security cams are all on me

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

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

Spear-Chucker, fuck that, I tossed
And $5,000 bills in the face of James
is an American postmortem
To focus on your 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 clap to

Said the people clap
Now just, just
on

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

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

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