Luyện nghe bài hát Clap First

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

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

Yo, I don't give a fuck who lookin or at me
Get your nigga, fuck it and send him at me
I got the recipe to make paper, wanna clap me
Misery company and they see we happy
even 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' I'm fuckin with grown women

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

But I only with my main shorty
Thought she had me handled cause she my name

I see you niggaz schemin my I see you comin
You lookin at a whose 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 beter step lively

They say a bitch, but don't remind me

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

Ain't nobody on this invincible - clap first

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Niggaz can't FUCK us!)