Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

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

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

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

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

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

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 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, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, the tooley go click, click, click

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

I need that Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred Ki'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 both sit on chrome
You your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I in Marcy in a Murcielago

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

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 this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click,

We ain't niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the 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, switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two an hour, with my seat low
I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain

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

And we give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens
We're to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em they don't give a about P
If they could kill me, believe me, 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 up, or drive-by

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