Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

Alot of rap be trynna play hard
I was told only for the heat if you're [? ]
So I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Clak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear 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 rockin hella capris, in da west indies delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica...
Brotha your money young like that nigga
These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm happy 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 bitches change dey denture, wen I get in da game they gon play da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay
Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my

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

2:]
DTheey me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout [?]
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call
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
stop fakin, talkin bout 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 bakin on
Mami your accent sound den Dylan
MURDA DEM, DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem

Alot of rap niggas be trynna play
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

3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., 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
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 like oochie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold weight & I 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, 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 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 trynna hear nuthin