Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

What of the dollar you for?
Is the one fighting for your 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' me, oh god, whoa

OK 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

I tell a bad do whatever I say
My block behind me I'm coming out the driveway
It's day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me that
I let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew
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
women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, they be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody with 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 the, they want the

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm Rih'
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't Kelis
Your too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing with we
Me turn 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 what my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a
down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since second grade
He told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme
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)

Ain't nobody fresher 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

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 hanging off the
Yeah I'm talking business, we 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 might been rented
You know white people get money, don't it
Or they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go
I know Spike Lee gon' me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a right next to where TC lives
Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really he just had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news presence
Speedboat homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate at the in Pompeii
About how I could a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they like he's Elvis
But I just wanna hotels and nail it
Shit is got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my momma
Suicide, what talk is that?
But I talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my

Ain't fresher than my mothafuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
want the, they want the