Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

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

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

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

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

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

3:]
Dey call me M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty
And if dey got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too to get up on one of my songs
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit 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 and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me up... mic check... how I
Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck a bitch & da cliique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young holla bac & turn up my sht

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