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 outside lookin' in, on top of da
Space Age
And Legends, the mothafuckas back
Guns cocked and
Hmm... And they ridin' high,

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

[8Ball - 1]
Big rubberband gimme dat shit nigga
Don't need it anyway loud bitch nigga
Snitch at da club like he ain't done nuthin'
poked out cocksuka you don't run nuthin'
Ok I'ma a mafuckin' O.J.
Leave da bloody ride off wit' da yay
you don't ever see it unfold in ya face
Nigga dis shit and wax is da inner
Off fuckin' head, dispose of da body
Put da work on da street, froze at da party
This certified, industry, neva me
Disrespect boy you know it's gon' be

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

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

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