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 that you're running from, but if you got money, it, cause I want some

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

OK ain't nobody 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, want the
They want the, they the

I tell a bad bitch do I say
My block behind me I'm coming out the driveway
It's grind day, Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Scrr!
I'm up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they when I'm walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the 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 fucking my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique,
As I look around, they do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
want 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
I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' we
Me turn 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, nothin' nobody can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, least that what my say
Least that my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since grade
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the pole
It's the Dream meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only means one
You ain't fucking with my clique (Ain't 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 the, they want the

records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My a superstar all from a home movie
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, think he had the
Except mine tinted and his might have been
You know white people get money, don't it
Or maybe they get money, buy a
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go
I know Spike Lee gon' me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no
gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she
He really drunk he just had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do a news crew's presence
swerve homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sun
So I just meditate at the in Pompeii
About how I build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming he's Elvis
But I just design hotels and nail it
is real got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's
through, deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide, what talk is that?
But I been to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking my clique

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