Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

What of the dollar you murdered
Is the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from, but if you got money, it, cause I want some

B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god,

OK ain't nobody fucking my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
They want the, they the

I a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm out the driveway
It's grind day, Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She get me that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you my crew name
You 2 Chainz? Scrr!
I'm up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they when I'm walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

Ain't fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
They the, they want the

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm talking
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I talking Kelis
Your money too short, you be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, nothing fuckin' with we
Me turn 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me, now who me?
¡Vámonos! me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, least what my neck say
Least that what my say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, hug his son since second grade
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the pole
It's the Dream meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only means one
You ain't fucking with my (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

Ain't nobody fresher my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they the
They want the, they the

records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home
Bow on our arrival, the Un-American
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm talking business, we CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, he had the same
Except mine tinted and his have been rented
You know white people get money, spend it
Or maybe get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we no limits
gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right next to TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, she accuse
He wasn't really drunk he had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news presence
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the
I'm way too to burn from sun rays
So I meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they like he's Elvis
But I just wanna hotels and nail it
Shit is got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's
Went through, deep depression when my passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is
But I been talking to God for so long and if you at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking my clique

Ain't nobody than my mothafuckin' clique
As I around, they don't do it like my clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
want the, they want the