Luyện nghe bài hát Clap First

Aiyyo P man, it's shit!
real shit!That's comin back around

And been on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started this
So you who gon' finish it..

Yo, I don't give a fuck who lookin or at me
Get your gulliest nigga, fuck it and him at me
I got the to make paper, they wanna clap me
Misery love and they see we happy
even dap me but I see right through the bullshit

Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more a lil' bit
You with lil' bitches I'm fuckin with grown women

And fuck if they golddiggin, as as I'm hittin
gets nathan, afraid not for penetration
A little and some cock, they say I'm nasty

But I only freak my main shorty
she had me handled cause she tattooed my name

I see you niggaz schemin my niggaz I see you
You lookin at a nigga whose stomach is to touchin

a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely
What's good with you homey, you think you know me
I clap the chromey, you niggaz beter lively

say life's a bitch, but don't remind me

[Chorus: 2X]
Fuck waitin for you to a move - clap first
I gotta do it my nigga win or lose - first
When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - first

Ain't nobody on this earth invincible - first

Yea yea yea yea,
I pledge to our flag, may no man put asunder
Gun in my pants, make my sag
Tougher(?) letters on my hand, what I stand for
Hop out the trenches on niggaz, they runnin us
Flip on you and your mans, for on my thugs

P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin slugs
Real slow when they out, you cockin shit back

I got one in the head and I'm ya hats
Then I spit what I you to know with these raps

Albums like drugs, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home
niggaz is found in the basements

Smoke with the family, and drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat, up your lady head
back up the window, and then we slid
As I roll left of this, triangle bag man

(See, that's what the I'm talkin bout)

(Niggaz can't with us!)