Luyện nghe bài hát Click Click

We get that paper baby boy, it's
You want to be who? You be me
gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof

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

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

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

Niggaz leave prints 'cause palms so greasy
mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, like nobody 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get

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

the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that Range Stormer
My plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus

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

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

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

We ain't niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the out of here
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 bustin' in the air
No shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click

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

It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred
Fittin' to ring off them off, and cook the block
Old people, the and the kids
Whoever in the way, strays gon' hit

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

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

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

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, when the tooley go click, click,