Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

Alot of rap be trynna play hard
I was told reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I lift da dats da end of discussion
Click mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat

1:]
They call me Nicholas, style as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, me at da garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new knicks... (check it)
I'm rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey want like erica... please
Brotha your money like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin bout a truck, I'm only happy when I hopin out da brinks truck
And I don't a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance
These old betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game they gon play da benches
Fuck friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my

Alot of rap be trynna play hard
I was told reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I lift da shirt da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I trynna hear nuthin

2:]
DTheey call me Maraj, Fuck u & your squad
bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout [?]
I'm on da line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin
I'm VIP lil mama I jus straight in
Lil Dolce & got dis whore hatin, thats why I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top eight friends on your myspace
Stay in a place... Check da timin
I roc bitches like dey throwin up da (ITS THE ROC)
You on a flight, I be bakin on
Mami accent sound faker den Dylan
DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem

Alot of rap be trynna play hard
I was told reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I lift da shirt dats da end of
Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin

3:]
Dey me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey got da gat, dey got da knife on
too wack to get up on one of my songs
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll one hit like oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold weight & I ain't talkin Biceps
I rep like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, pound
June, me up... mic check... how I sound?
Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da cliique she
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, nick holla bac & turn up my sht

Alot of rap niggas be trynna hard
I was told only reach for the heat if [? ]
So when I lift da dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna nuthin