Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

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

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

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

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

Niggaz leave prints 'cause their palms so
Their mind read easy, I see through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, like doin' 'em
Stop, it's that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

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, when the tooley go 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, the tooley go click, click, click

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

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

homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on
You your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a

My connect is a Cuban Flaco
With my aim, you a human
Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to our sales
My daughter up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

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 lickin' niggaz, we ain't shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click,

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

It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I 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 gon' hit

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

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

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

We lickin' niggaz, we ain't 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 tooley go click, click,