Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

We get that paper boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You be me
Shorty gave me ass on GP
in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open

And I know that hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much for all us
Limited space, the like a tour bus

I won't break, I just take, and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no cake
Snitch ass givin' up identities
my forte makin' pennies

They soft like ice cream, sweeter Ben & Jerry's
Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be but buried
The gun won't me, the money won't leave me
schemin' on me baby 'cause it ain't that easy

Niggaz leave prints 'cause palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, nobody doin' 'em
Stop, best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the out of here
Oh man homey, to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click,

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click

the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a bus

I need that Bill money, that's fifty-one billion
Six Ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I my phone

Listen homes, everything glisten
Yeah my gun and my rims sit on chrome
You your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in in a Murcielago

My connect is a Cuban Flaco
With my aim, you a human
Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to our sales
My daughter grow up, she in and Yale, yeah

We lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click,

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we bustin' shots in the air
No shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click,

You see me rollin', showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then your lane
You don't me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
'Cause I'll hop up out the roof with and embed it in your brain

It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three shots
Fittin' to off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the
Whoever in the way, them strays hit

And we don't give a fuck the police nigga
This Manhattan, this Queens nigga
immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em they give a fuck about P
If could kill me, believe me, they would

why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, on nigga
You best, have, your gun on
tonight we ride and you die
As soon as I walk up, or

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like
Oh man homey, the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of
Oh man homey, to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click