Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

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

And I know that hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your
And there ain't that room 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 more
ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my forte pennies

They soft like ice cream, sweeter Ben & Jerry's
[Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money 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 nobody 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get

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

We lickin' 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 go click, click, click

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

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

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

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

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, when the go click, click, click

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, the tooley go click, click, click

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

It's fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, hundred shots
to ring 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 about the nigga
ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em they don't give a about P
If could kill me, believe me, they would

That's why I set it off, and I get 'em good
When street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, gun on nigga
tonight we ride and you die
As soon as I up, or drive-by

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

We ain't niggaz, we ain't 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,