Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

Alot of rap niggas be play hard
I was told reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
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 pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm overseas rockin hella capris, in da west indies delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica...
Brotha your money young like that Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy 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 da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay
get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen

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 Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear

2:]
DTheey me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head in charge, I ain't talkin bout [?]
I'm on da other line & I 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, bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friends on myspace
in a childs place... Check da timin
I roc bitches like dey throwin up da (ITS THE ROC)
You on a flight, I be bakin on
Mami your sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem

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

3:]
Dey me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a & sum pretty friendz
And if dey got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of my
U deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold weight & I ain't bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin
Kisses to my and my niggas, getta 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, young nick holla bac & up my sht

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