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 know who started this
So you who gon' finish it..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 allegiance to our flag, may no man put asunder
Gun in my pants, my shit 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, avoidin them
Real slow when they out, you cockin shit back

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

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

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

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

(Niggaz can't FUCK us!)