Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

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

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

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

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

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

We ain't niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of
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 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' like a lightning
I'm in two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a bus

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

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

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

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't 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 out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click

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

It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a 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 gon' hit

And we don't give a fuck the police nigga
This Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em they don't a fuck about P
If they could kill me, me, they 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 soon as I walk up, or

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 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 out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, the tooley go click, click, click