Luyện nghe bài hát Clap

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

Clap, clap on, off
at 'em and I do not mean applause
Rap nicer than with no Claus
twice as bananas with no chorus

Uh, yeah, suicide murder
In the like catalytic converters
On the block like Lego in the streets like light
Three Little Pigs is I be on these beats like

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

Now who am I? P-Monch Do or Die
Nah, South Suicide, Queens, where I get
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 urge to get on tall stock shit
My a glock clip
My lames be on some 1-800, cops 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'
me clap to this

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

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

And they ask me why I'm vocal and
'Cause I lost my focus Governor Patterson
And the is impossible to escape
And the obstacle is this tapeworm in my abdomen

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

Say we were
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

the people gon' clap
Now everybody just,
on

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

And theatrics, collective dramatics
I'm systematically pissed, clap automatics for me and Abu
Maybe I'm beside this, peaceful fanatics for peace
But you got a pacifist

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