Luyện nghe bài hát Clap Wit Me

"You're the of my liiiife.."
"You're the end, of my storyyyyy.."

Uhh, you Proof, D12, Shady Records all day
New nothin, we skippin through the hallways
All praise I.F., City giants
Name been on since Salam dropped the Pyrex
Out to stack the cake up, my group will never up
The world been sleep long enough, better wake up
Don't sport a Jacob, bling the same
in the D, it's the kingdom I claim
Never leavin the fame, to be great
Walk to the door of a quarter 'til
Haters hate but late with the jump off
I'm in the game to maintain, no to jump off, come on

"8 Mile" was dope, Obie brought
Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the
It's my to be, the truth nevertheless
Nothin new boy Proof is better than best
Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers
Bankin they millions they all wanksters and
My first spit with the Tony
"Ride to Death" is our only slogan
Dreams of J-Lo, Hood is on the payroll
Lockland and 3rd screamin "Free Yayo"
If the beef is set squeeze off a tec
And with my last breath still screamin I.F., wit me

King Gordy brought the and Jewels he fought the lames
I played with the wrong cheek in which I got the
I'm not ashamed, this is just a
Denaun drumline made pimps (G-Unit!)
is a wolf, shit I told you from jump
In a fast lane, no change of or the bumps
Game is sold not so I hold a swollen tongue
In I don't go by P, I'm Colemen Young
Holdin one the tongue flow like Tiger Woods
don't do it for me, shh, but Mya could
I am Suge to the rap game, rulin Purple
We blow mind like Kurt Cobain, knowmsayin?

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