Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

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

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

OK ain't nobody with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my 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 the, they want the

I tell a bad bitch do I say
My block behind me like I'm coming out the
It's day, from Friday, to next Friday
I up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my name
You know 2 Scrr!
I'm up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling I'm walking in the building
Freaky I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young from the D that's killing everything that he see (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, don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
want the, they want the

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm talking
Yeah, I'm B', nigga, I'm talking me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking
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 that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, nothin' nobody 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 for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since second grade
He never told, who we tell, we top of the totem pole
the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes it only means one thing
You ain't fucking with my (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 my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they the

records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a movie
Bow on our arrival, the idols
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em 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 have been rented
You know white people get money, don't it
Or maybe they get money, buy a
I rather buy 80 gold and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me but let me
it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she
He really drunk he just had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a crew's presence
Speedboat swerve watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn sun rays
So I just meditate at the 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 design hotels and it
Shit is got me feeling Israelian
Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, deep when my momma passed
Suicide, what talk is that?
But I been talking to God for so and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my

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