Luyện nghe bài hát Clap Wit Me

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

Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Records all day
New kids nothin, we skippin the hallways
All praise I.F., Motor City
Name been on since Salam dropped the Pyrex
Out to the cake up, my group will never break up
The world been sleep long enough, better wake up
sport a Jacob, bling just the same
Remain in the D, it's the I claim
leavin the fame, born to be great
Walk to the door of a quarter 'til
Haters but they late with the jump off
I'm in the to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on

"8 Mile" was dope, Obie heat
Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the
my destiny to be, the truth nevertheless
Nothin new your boy Proof is than best
Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and
Bankin millions they all wanksters and squealers
My first spit with the Toca
D-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our slogan
Dreams of fuckin J-Lo, is on the payroll
Lockland and 3rd Precinct "Free Yayo"
If the is set let's squeeze off a tec
And my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me

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

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