Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

Alot of rap niggas be trynna hard
I was told only for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I lift da shirt da end of discussion
Click Clak mutha fuckaz, I ain't hear dat

1:]
They call me Nicholas, defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, me at da garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm overseas rockin capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica...
Brotha your money young like that nigga
These broke rappers always bout a pink truck, I'm only happy when I hopin out da brinks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an
These old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game they gon da benches
Fuck friendship, pay attention
get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen

Alot of rap niggas be trynna hard
I was only reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear

2:]
DTheey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck squad
bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout [?]
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout waitin
I'm VIP lil I jus walk straight in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis whore hatin, thats why I pop up in da porch da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friends on myspace
Stay in a childs place... da timin
I roc like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
You on a flight, I be on islands
your accent sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem

Alot of rap niggas be trynna play
I was told only reach for the heat if [? ]
So when I lift da shirt dats da end of
Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin

3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty
And if dey got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of my
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold weight & I ain't talkin Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta
June, me up... mic check... how I sound?
Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, a fuck about a bitch & da cliique she with
Unless u dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nick holla bac & turn up my sht

Alot of rap niggas be trynna hard
I was only reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I lift da shirt dats da end of
Click mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin