Luyện nghe bài hát Clap First

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

And been on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started this
So you know who 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 recipe to make paper, they wanna me
Misery love company and they see we
They even dap me but I see right the bullshit

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

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

But I freak with my main shorty
Thought she had me handled cause she tattooed my

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

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

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
these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap first

Ain't nobody on this invincible - clap first

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

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

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

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

Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our
Drive in the backseat, fucked up lady head
Rolled back up the window, and we slid
As I roll what's of this, triangle bag man

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

(Niggaz FUCK with us!)