Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

We get paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be You can't be me
Shorty me that ass on GP
in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open

And I know that you're hopin' that I fall soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your
And there that much room for all us
space, the game like a tour bus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My is a Cuban named Flaco
my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to peep our
My grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

We ain't niggaz, we ain't 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 go click, click, click

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

You see me rollin', Mack-10 out the window
When you me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me two miles an hour, with my seat low
'Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and it in your brain

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

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

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

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

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