Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

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

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

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

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

leave prints 'cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see 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 bustin' 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 ain't niggaz, we ain't bustin' 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,

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

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

Listen homes, everything homes
Yeah my gun and my rims 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 Cuban named
my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to our sales
My daughter grow up, she in 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 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, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click

You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the
When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your
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 your

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

And we don't give a fuck about the police
This ain't Manhattan, this nigga
We're immune to the violence, nothin' to me
Fuck 'em 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 we ride and you die
As soon as I walk up, or

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 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 go click, click, click