Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

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

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

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

They like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' 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 their palms so
mind read 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 lickin' niggaz, we ain't shots 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 ain't bustin' 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

It's the young high-roller, the of New York
David got my neck like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range
My truck plush, and the 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, Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my

Listen homes, everything homes
Yeah my gun and my both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I weight 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 our sales
My daughter grow up, she in and Yale, yeah

We ain't 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 warnin' shots, the out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click

You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the
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 with fully-autos and embed it in brain

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

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

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

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