Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

Alot of rap be trynna play hard
I was only reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I lift da shirt dats da end of
Click mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear 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 don't lose like dem on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm overseas rockin hella capris, in da indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey cain like erica... please
Brotha your money young like that Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only when I hopin out da brinks truck
And I need 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 your friendship, pay
get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen

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

2:]
DTheey call me Maraj, Fuck u & your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain't bout [?]
I'm on da line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin
I'm VIP lil I jus walk straight in
Lil Dolce & got dis whore hatin, thats why I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friends on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... da timin
I roc bitches like dey 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, Already dem

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 Clcak mutha fuckaz, I trynna hear nuthin

3:]
Dey call me 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 arrange one hit oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November Wyclef, I hold weight & I ain't talkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin
to my bitches 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 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 play hard
I was only reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I lift da shirt da end of discussion
Click mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin