Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

I was taught only for the heat if you busting
So when lift shirt that's the end of discussion
clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to hear nothing
Click clack motherfuckers, I trying to hear nothing

When niggaz give police clues to watch
Well, I'ma give them faggot niggaz to watch
My trigger blow out they shoes and socks
I guarantee I won't you if I use the dot

I'm Slim motherfucker, best respect my G
Or they gon' say they after R.I.P.
How dare you niggaz tissue slugs 'bout me
'Cause then I'm a get to ya how thug I be

And I don't give a fuck what set you
They got niggaz that blow out brains
Just 'cause you the projects don't mean you hard
Most of hoods y'all repping ain't seen you broads

I was taught only reach for the heat if you
So lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to nothing
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to hear now
Don't me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya, ya hear me?
Don't make me it on ya, on ya, on ya

Big home, big car, big
in the street, all the talk of robbery
Ain't no Quad Studio, and P
For every there's a glock, come shop with me

DVDs the closest you get to TV
BE or MT, the whole done see me
Behind The Scenes', there's 'bout to be a three-peat
So keep on rewinding part and others try and defeat me

Strap the movie, better yet the sequel
Strap Rap, we'll call that the prequel
I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none
But since he ain't write it, that makes him more

I was taught only for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of
Click clack motherfuckers, I trying to hear nothing
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't to hear nothing now
Don't make me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya, ya me?
Don't me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya

I was only reach for the heat if you busting
So lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to nothing
If you smart you gon' hit the ground running and

A lot of rap be trying to play hard
Knowing damn well that they lying and they
They that hard shit when somebody press record
When there's beef in the streets they run to their body

I'm still a nigga, you can catch me on the block
And when I'm the club you can me wit the glock
I know them jackass plotting to catch me wit a knot
But we gon' see if them can come catch me when he's shot

I was only reach for the heat if you busting
So lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click motherfuckers, I ain't trying to hear nothing
Click motherfuckers, I ain't trying to hear nothing now
make me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya, ya hear me?
Don't make me it on ya, on ya, on ya