Luyện nghe bài hát Clap First

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

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

Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more 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, afraid not for
A little tongue and cock, they 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 I see you comin
You lookin at a nigga whose stomach is to touchin

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

They say a bitch, but don't remind me

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Fuck waitin for you to make a - clap first
I gotta do it my nigga win or lose - clap
When slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap first

Ain't nobody on this earth - clap first

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

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

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

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

Smoke the family, and spill drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat, fucked up your lady
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 can't with us!)