Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

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

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

OK ain't nobody 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 my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
They the, they want the

I tell a bad do whatever I say
My block behind me I'm coming out the driveway
It's grind day, from Friday, to Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She get me that poo-tang
I let my crew 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 kneeling when I'm in the building
women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, gotta be
Young player the D that's killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody 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 want the, they the

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm talking
Yeah, I'm B', nigga, I'm talking 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 drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' we
Me that 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
that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son second grade
He told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem pole
It's the Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes it only means one thing
You fucking with my clique (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 these bad bitches, man, want the
They want the, they the

Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at
My girl a superstar all a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the idols
niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm business, we talking CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the day
He asked me about my Maybach, he had the same
Except mine tinted and his have been rented
You know white people get money, 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 living no
Them gold Master P ceilings was 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 news presence
Speedboat swerve watch out for the waves
I'm way too to burn from sun rays
So I meditate at the home in Pompeii
how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
But I wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
Went through, depression when my momma passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my

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