Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

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

1:]
They call me Nicholas, style defined as
I beg your pardon, me at da garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm overseas hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey cain like erica... please
Brotha money young like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers rappin bout a pink 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
your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my

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 mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna nuthin

2:]
DTheey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck squad
bitch in charge, I ain't talkin 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 whore hatin, thats why I pop up in da porch da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get my face, I play da top like eight friends on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... da timin
I roc like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
You on a flight, I be on islands
Mami your accent sound faker den
MURDA DEM, DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem

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

3:]
Dey me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum friendz
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 prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold & I ain't talkin bout 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, 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, young holla bac & turn up my sht

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