Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

What of the dollar you murdered
Is that the one fighting for 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 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 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 out the driveway
grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
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 with, fuck 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 when I'm walking in the building
Freaky women I be from the bank accounts I'm filling
a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody fucking 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 these bad bitches, man, want the
They want the, want 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 talking Kelis
Your too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, 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 me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, least that what my 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 told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem pole
It's the Team meets the Supreme 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 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, want the

Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at
My girl a superstar all from a home
Bow on our arrival, the idols
What did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm business, we talking CIA
I'm talking Tenet, I seen him the other day
He me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his have been rented
You know people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' me but let me finish
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 next to TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she
He wasn't really he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, beverage
Everything I do need a crew's presence
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the
I'm way too black to burn sun rays
So I just meditate at the home in
how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in they screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's talking
Fucking my clique

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