Luyện nghe bài hát Click Clack

Alot of rap niggas be trynna 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 defined as
I beg pardon, meet me at da garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I 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 erica... please
Brotha money young like that nigga Jeezy
These rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy when I hopin out da brinks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an
These old bitches change dey denture, wen I get in da game they gon play da benches
Fuck friendship, pay attention
get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen

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

2:]
DTheey me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain't bout [?]
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call
I'm VIP lil I jus walk straight in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis hatin, thats why I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami 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 faker den
DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem

Alot of rap niggas be trynna hard
I was told 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

3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a gin
I play da club, with a & 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 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 talkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Joc... it's goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta
June, me up... mic check... how I sound?
Bitches kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da cliique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nick holla bac & up my sht

Alot of rap niggas be play hard
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