Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

Alot of rap niggas be play hard
I was told only for the heat if you're [? ]
So when I da shirt dats 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, meet me at da
#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 want cain like erica...
your money young like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy when I 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
get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen

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
Click mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin

2:]
DTheey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your
Head bitch in charge, I talkin bout [?]
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout 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 with da top
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... Check da
I roc bitches like dey up da diamond (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 niggas be trynna play
I was told only for the heat if you're [? ]
So I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna nuthin

3:]
Dey me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, 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 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 Wyclef, I hold weight & 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 at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da cliique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nick bac & turn up my sht

Alot of rap be trynna play hard
I was told reach for the heat if you're [? ]
So I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I trynna hear nuthin