Luyện nghe bài hát No Click Remix

[Tony
Yee
Fuckin back for more
home
Yo Banks I told niggas man
Banks]
Yall done up now
Yee!
Yeeeeee!
Yayo]
We go

[Chorus: Lloyd

Aint no click the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get
G niggaz is runnin this shit [Now]
If you aint reppin where you from this is
We gettin everywhere we go
And it's 'em slow just to hear me blow [Now]
G niggaz is runnin this shit [Now]
If you aint reppin where you from sit

[Verse 1: Lloyd

By now I know you seen me/
On your stadium or TV three eighty on the EV
I skeet babies on breezy/
and I aint Only Jacob the jeweler ca-freeze me
Leaves me and its bye bye
We got like Pop-eye arms
I put a ring on their finger But the rats still
theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson
I built a rep for murderin Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike/
it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight
so its to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches/
I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand us
They hop in the van with us and clap on
I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin
Amongst smokers, and crap floor gamblers/

[Chorus]
2:Jae-Hoffa]

I was at a young age, to go let the gunz blaze/
and believe the hype and be the one the front page/
my Jae-Hoffa and i know shit/
when i drop, you gon' it like a rhino hit/
alotta got mouths like they armed witta pistol/
til see da burna in hand,arm out the window/
quit actin like my dont glow
,cause my rocks is yellow like its and i pissed on snow/
dudes like to underestimate til they get a in face/
and wanna be witnesses when a get a weapon case/
album bout to drom so baby ca-call me R.kelly i'll spray you in da face/
bout you got a benz when you dont own no car/
and my goons-a-lay you down like a star/
yeah, im lookin hotta, a uzi two shotsa-a-knocka-way-two-cops-a-block-a-way,nigga!/

[Verse 3: Tony

(Ayo Let me put some work in,its been a

Ayo, uno, dos, tres,
my clique eat like the 12 holy
And down models in flushed out tahoes
jewels froze look we hit the lotto
P89, my clique wit hollows
stun in the get hit with yellow bottles
speak ma, if your neck dont swallow
'cause 50 push and Dre push Diablos
That money got cash in my eskro
screws Mcduck say swimmin in my cash
Yay cracked man I got the best blow
flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go
think like castro, in the lasso
dont jump in the Benz without on the petro
God me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!

[Chorus]

[Tony

We Told YAll Man!
Yall Niggas Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!
Banks Hunger For More!
We Nigga!
50 The General!
Young Buck!
Game!
Jae-Hoffa, The leader of the newschool Ngga, he only 15 and to murder yall faggots
The Rap Is Ours Nigga!
For More!
This For Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!
Uh Huh!
This Is Music! (HaHa)