Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

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

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

OK ain't fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't 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, they the
They want the, want the

I tell a bad do whatever I say
My block me like I'm coming out the driveway
grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You 2 Chainz? Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Bruce but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank 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 my mothafuckin' clique, 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
They want the, they the

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm Rih'
Yeah, I'm B', nigga, I'm talking me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't Kelis
money too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our tree
G.O.O.D. Music cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we
Me that 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! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, least what my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a
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 Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes it only means one thing
You fucking with 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 my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, want the

records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home
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 seen him the day
He asked me my Maybach, think he had the same
mine tinted and his might 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 Master P ceilings was just a
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right next to TC lives
Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, beverage
I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the
I'm way too black to burn from sun
So I meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like Elvis
But I just design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feeling
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's
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
with my clique

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