Luyện nghe bài hát Clap on

Lay it down, lay it cocksukaz
All you hatas and best beware
Cuz the niggas who 'bout you out hard
On da lookin' in, on top of da world
Space Age
And Living Legends, the back
Guns and reloaded
Hmm... And ridin' high, bitch

Joc - Chorus]
Clap on, off
Got a that'll knock the trap off
Clap on, off
Got a strap knock ya cap off

[8Ball - 1]
Big face rubberband dat shit nigga
Don't need it loud mouth bitch nigga
Snitch nigga at da like he ain't done nuthin'
Chest poked out you don't run nuthin'
Ok pull a mafuckin' O.J.
Leave da premises ride off wit' da yay
Pray you don't see it unfold in ya face
Nigga dis shit and wax is da taste
Off wit'cha fuckin' head, of da body
Put da work on da street, froze at da party
This here certified, industry, me
Disrespect boy you what it's gon' be

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[Yung Joc - 2]
My you know what its finnin' be
Death to my enemies, you no kin to me
it to da guillotine
Heard you been spillin'
from da Philippines
One serve tellin' you he sick of me
I ain't go back for nar a nigga naw
One phone call comin' through ya walls
'bout my mafuckin' money and da saw
My niggas tote throw aways, da law
Tools on deck wit' the tech's and da
Shots to ya neck what's get hauled off
Got 'em 'em bullets bouncin'
Losin' by da ounces
Momma cryin' up a river da news announces

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[MJG - 3]
I'm a pimp tight MJG ammunition
In my coat pocket, I squeeze I'ma get attention
You can talk shit don't put my name in it
Dis is real and I don't play games in it
I'm a to you, so you can't handle me
You ain't killin' nuthin' but ya and ya league
You can ya gums, all dat bullet talk you say
mean shit, mafucka dis a new day
You can play me like piano, you sloppy
I'm jus slippin' like Versace
I'm like The Wire, you don't wanna start
I get a dyke to kill you, and you in some apartments

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