Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

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

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

OK 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 these bad bitches, man, they the
They want the, want the

I tell a bad do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm coming out the
It's grind day, from Friday, to Friday
I been up for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She get me that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew 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 Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling I'm walking in the building
Freaky women I be from the bank 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 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

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

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

records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the Un-American
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em off the Eiffel
I'm talking business, we talking CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the
mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money, don't it
Or maybe get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 chains 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 a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right to where TC lives
Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, beverage
I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sun
So I just at the home in Pompeii
About how I could a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in they screaming like he's Elvis
But I wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's
through, deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide, kinda talk is that?
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess talking back
Fucking my clique

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