Luyện nghe bài hát Clap First

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

And we've on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started shit
So you who gon' finish it..

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

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

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

But I only freak with my main
Thought she had me handled she tattooed my name

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

That's a problem, 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 for you to make a move - clap first
I gotta do it my nigga win or lose - clap
When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap

Ain't nobody on earth invincible - clap first

Yea yea yea yea,
I pledge allegiance to our flag, may no man put
Gun in my pants, my shit 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 speakin on my

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

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

sellin like drugs, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home
Bitch-ass niggaz is found in the

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

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

(Niggaz FUCK with us!)