Luyện nghe bài hát Clap First

Aiyyo P man, that 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 gon' it..

Yo, I give a fuck 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 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' bitches I'm fuckin grown women

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

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

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

That's a problem, say at the top, it get lonely
really good with you homey, you think you know me
I clap the chromey, you 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 was meant for you - clap first

Ain't nobody on 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(?) letters on my hand, spells I stand for
Hop out the trenches on niggaz, runnin from us
Flip on you and mans, for speakin on my thugs

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

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 spill for our dead
Drive in the backseat, fucked up your lady
back up the window, and then we slid
As I roll what's left of this, bag man

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

(Niggaz can't with us!)