Luyện nghe bài hát Clap With 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 through the hallways
All praise I.F., Motor giants
Name been on bubble Salam dropped the Pyrex
Out to stack the up, my group will never break up
The world been sleep enough, they better wake up
sport a Jacob, bling just the same
Remain in the D, the kingdom I claim
Never leavin the fame, to be great
Walk to the door of a quarter eight
Haters hate but late with the jump off
I'm in the game to maintain, no reason to off, come on

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

King Gordy brought the pain and 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 G-Unit (G-Unit!)
Proof is a wolf, shit I told you jump
In a fast lane, no change of or the bumps
Game is sold not told so I hold a tongue
In Detroit I go by P, I'm Colemen Young
one with the tongue flow like Tiger Woods
Christina don't do it for me, shh, but Mya
I am Suge to the rap game, rulin Gang
We your mind like Kurt Cobain, knowmsayin?

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