Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

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

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

OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique,
Ain't nobody 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

I tell a bad do whatever I say
My block me like I'm coming out the driveway
It's grind day, from Friday, to next
I up straight for nine 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 know my name
You know 2 Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm walking in the
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm
a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player the D that's killing everything that he see (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 my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they the
They want the, they the

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm Rih'
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm me
Yeah, I'm bossy, I ain't talking Kelis
money too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. drug-dealing cousin, ain't 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 me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, least that my neck say
Least what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son second grade
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Team
And all our eyes green it means one thing
You ain't fucking my clique (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

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

Break records at Louie, ate at Gucci
My a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the Un-American
niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm talking business, we CIA
I'm George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the
Except mine tinted and his might have rented
You know white people get money, don't it
Or they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me but let me
it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, she accuse
He wasn't really he just had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve homie out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn sun rays
So I just at the home in Pompeii
About how I could a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like Elvis
But I just wanna design and nail it
is real got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
through, deep depression when my momma 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
with my clique

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