Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

We get that paper baby boy, 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 fall real
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to your balloon
And there that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a bus

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

They soft like ice cream, than Ben & Jerry's
Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be found but
The gun won't fail me, the won't leave me
Stop on me baby 'cause it ain't that easy

Niggaz leave prints 'cause their so greasy
mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, like doin' '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 warnin' shots, the out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go 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 tooley go 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 on a school bus

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

Listen homes, everything glisten
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 tryin' to our sales
My grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

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, the tooley go click, click, click

We lickin' 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

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

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 pets and the
Whoever in the way, them strays hit

And we give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens
We're immune to the violence, 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, gun on nigga
tonight we ride and you die
As soon as I up, or drive-by

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, the tooley go click, click, click

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