Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

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

I break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til no more cake
Snitch ass givin' up identities
Ain't my forte makin'

soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like [Incomprehensible], nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't me, the money won't leave me
Stop on me baby 'cause 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, like nobody 'em
Stop, it's best that you it movin', you'll get shot

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 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 go click, click, click

It's the high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' 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 that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred Ki's, that's million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Jones
Since the Feds Nextel, I trashed 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 connect is a named Flaco
With my aim, you a human
Meetin' shells, yo the Feds to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in and Yale, yeah

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we bustin' 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

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, when the tooley go click, click,

You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the
When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then 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 like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred
Fittin' to ring off things off, and cook the block
Old people, the and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays hit

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

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

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

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we bustin' 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