Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

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

When snitch niggaz give police clues to
Well, I'ma give faggot niggaz news to watch
My trigger niggaz out they shoes and socks
I guarantee I miss 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 pussy niggaz tissue 'bout me
'Cause I'm a get to show ya how thug I be

And I don't give a fuck set you claim
They got rich niggaz that blow out
Just you from the projects don't mean you hard
Most of them hoods y'all ain't seen you broads

I was taught reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't 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 me pull 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 watch there's a glock, come with me

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

Strap like the movie, better yet the
Strap Before Rap, call that the prequel
I told ya wit the pen, there be none equal
But since he write it, that makes him more lethal

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

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

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

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

I was taught reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I 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 me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya