Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

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

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

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

They soft like ice cream, than Ben & Jerry's
Like [Incomprehensible], 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

leave prints 'cause their palms so greasy
Their mind easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, like doin' 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', 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 niggaz, we ain't 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 go click, click, click

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

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

Listen homes, everything glisten
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on
You move weight 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 human
shells, yo the Feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't 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,

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' 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,

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

like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them 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 to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em they don't give a fuck P
If they could kill me, believe me, would

why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on
'Cause we ride and you die
As soon as I walk up, or

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