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

"8 Mile" was dope, brought heat
Emile on the beat, 50 us in the street
my destiny to be, the truth nevertheless
Nothin new your boy Proof is better than
Elliot Ness to fuckin gangsters and killers
they millions they all wanksters and squealers
My first with the Tony Toca
D-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our only
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 my last breath still screamin I.F., clap 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 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 hold a tongue
In Detroit I don't go by P, I'm Young
Holdin one with the tongue flow Tiger Woods
don't do it for me, shh, but Mya could
I am Suge to the rap game, Purple Gang
We blow your mind like Kurt Cobain,

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