Luyện nghe bài hát Clap First

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They say life's a bitch, but remind me

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

nobody on this earth 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(?) on my hand, spells what I stand for
Hop out the trenches on niggaz, runnin from us
Flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my

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 what I want you to know these raps

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

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

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

(Niggaz FUCK with us!)