Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

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

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

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

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

Ain't fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique,
And all bad bitches, man, they 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 bossy, I ain't talking Kelis
Your money too short, you be talking to me
I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family 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' can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, least that what my say
Least that what my say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son second grade
He told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme
And all our eyes green it only means one
You ain't fucking my clique (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

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

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

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