Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

I was taught only for the heat if you busting
So when lift this that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't to hear nothing
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't to hear nothing

snitch niggaz give police clues to watch
Well, I'ma give them faggot news to watch
My trigger blow niggaz out they shoes and
I guarantee I miss you if I use the dot

I'm Slim motherfucker, best respect my G
Or they gon' say they name R.I.P.
How dare you pussy niggaz slugs 'bout me
'Cause I'm a get to show ya how thug I be

And I don't a fuck what set you claim
They got niggaz that blow out brains
Just 'cause you from the projects mean you hard
Most of them hoods y'all repping ain't you broads

I was taught only for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt the end of discussion
clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to hear nothing
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to nothing now
make me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya, ya hear me?
Don't me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya

Big home, big car, big
Whispers in the street, all the talk of
no Quad Studio, Tupac and P
For every watch there's a glock, come with me

Hood DVDs the you get to TV
BE or MT, the whole done see me
'VH1 The Scenes', there's 'bout to be a three-peat
So on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me

like the movie, better yet the sequel
Strap Rap, we'll call that the prequel
I ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal
But since he ain't write it, that makes him more

I was taught only reach for the if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't to hear nothing
clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to hear nothing now
Don't me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya, ya hear me?
make me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya

I was only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to nothing
If you smart you gon' hit the running and ducking

A lot of rap be trying to play hard
Knowing damn well that lying and they fraud
They talk that shit when somebody press record
When there's beef in the streets run to their body guard

I'm still a hood nigga, you can catch me on the
And when I'm the club you can catch me wit the
I know jackass plotting trying to catch me wit a knot
But we gon' see if them laws can come catch me he's shot

I was taught only reach for the heat if you
So when lift this that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to nothing
Click motherfuckers, I ain't trying to hear nothing now
Don't make me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya, ya me?
Don't me pull it on ya, on ya, on ya