Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

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

Clap, clap on, off
Clap at 'em and I do not mean
Rap than Santa with no Claus
twice as bananas with 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? from Do or Die
Nah, South Suicide, Queens, I get down
I peep surveillance in the street every
You may not lotto but you know these numbers

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

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

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

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

And they ask me why I'm vocal and
'Cause I lost my like 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 bills in the of James Madison
This is an American
To focus on your bogus novus seclorum

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

Said the gon' clap
Now just, just
on

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

And theatrics, collective dramatics
I'm systematically pissed, clap 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 fathom is not
But the thoughts of the people
'Cause one day we clap