Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

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

B.I.G. with me, oh god, whoa

OK ain't 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 bad bitches, man, they want the
They the, they want the

I tell a bad do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm out the driveway
It's grind day, Friday, to next Friday
I been up for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me poo-tang
I might let my bang, my crew deeper 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 that Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they when I'm walking in the building
Freaky I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything 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, they don't do it like my 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 talking
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking
money too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we
Me turn 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! me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, that what 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 since second
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the pole
It's the Dream Team the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it means one thing
You ain't fucking with my clique (Ain't fucking with 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 like my clique, clique, clique, clique,
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
They want the, want the

Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at
My girl a all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the Un-American
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, think he had the
Except mine tinted and his might have rented
You know white 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 where TC
That's Tom Cruise, she accuse
He really drunk he just had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the
I'm way too black to burn from sun
So I just meditate at the home in
how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design and nail it
Shit is real got me Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's
through, deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide, what kinda is that?
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's talking
Fucking with my

nobody fresher 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