Luyện nghe bài hát Clap First

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's a problem, they say at the top, it get
What's good with you homey, you think you know 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 make a move - clap
I do it my nigga win or lose - clap first
When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap

Ain't nobody on this earth invincible - first

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

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

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

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

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

(See, what the fuck I'm talkin bout)

(Niggaz can't with us!)