Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

What of the dollar you murdered
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. fuckin' me, oh god, whoa

OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique,
Ain't nobody 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 me like I'm coming out the driveway
grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She get me that poo-tang
I might let my bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling I'm walking in the building
Freaky I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, gotta be
Young player from the D killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, 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 bossy, I ain't talking Kelis
money 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 fuckin' we
Me that 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, least that my neck say
Least that what my check say, my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since grade
He told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem pole
It's the Dream Team the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only means one
You ain't fucking with my (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

Ain't 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 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
niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm talking business, we CIA
I'm talking Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been
You white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go
I Spike Lee gon' kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we no limits
Them gold Master P 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 wasn't really he just had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a crew's presence
Speedboat homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn sun rays
So I just meditate at the in Pompeii
About how I could build a new in one day
time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feeling
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my momma
Suicide, kinda talk is that?
But I been talking to God for so and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my

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