Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

We get paper baby boy, it's easy
You to be who? You can't be me
gave me that 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 nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't much room for all us
Limited space, the like a tour bus

I won't break, I just take, take and
Rape and rape, the til there's no more cake
Snitch ass givin' up identities
my forte 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 'cause it ain't that

Niggaz leave prints 'cause palms so greasy
Their mind easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, like doin' 'em
Stop, best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

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

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 go click, click, click

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

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

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

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

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 this
Oh man homey, the tooley 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 showin' out the
When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, my seat low
'Cause hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain

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

And we don't a fuck about the police nigga
ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's to me
'em they don't give a fuck about P
If they 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, gun on nigga
'Cause tonight we and you die
As soon as I walk up, or

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 like
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click

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 like
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click