Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

What of the dollar you murdered
Is the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brother's the one you're running 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
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 these bad bitches, man, want the
want the, they 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 next
I been up for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me poo-tang
I let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you my crew 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 women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm
What a feeling, ah man, gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see (Ain't fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

Ain't nobody 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, 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 talking Kelis
Your too short, you can't be talking to me
I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family 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 a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, least that my neck say
Least that what my check say, my homie for a decade
Nigga down for 12 years, ain't hug his son since second grade
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme
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 my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they 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 did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm talking business, we CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, he had the same
mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe get money, buy a business
I buy 80 gold chains and go ig'nant
I know Lee gon' kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no
Them gold Master P was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right next to TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, she accuse
He wasn't really he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool
Everything I do need a news crew's
swerve homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn sun rays
So I meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like Elvis
But I just wanna design and nail it
Shit is real got me Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
Went through, deep when my momma passed
Suicide, what talk is that?
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess talking back
Fucking with my

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