Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

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

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

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

I tell a bad bitch do I say
My block behind me like I'm coming out the
It's grind day, from Friday, to 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 crew bang, my deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you 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 the bank accounts I'm filling
a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing 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 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

Yeah, I'm 'Ye, yeah, I'm talking Rih'
Yeah, I'm B', nigga, I'm talking me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I talking Kelis
Your money too short, you be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, nothing fuckin' with 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 what my neck say
Least that my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for 12 years, ain't hug his son since second grade
He never told, who we tell, we top of the totem pole
It's the Dream Team the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only one thing
You ain't fucking my clique (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

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

records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the Un-American
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the
Yeah I'm business, we talking CIA
I'm George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have 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 know Spike Lee gon' me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a
Of our imagination, MTV Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, she accuse
He wasn't really drunk he just had a few
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool
Everything I do need a news crew's
swerve homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate at the home in
how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design and nail it
Shit is real got me Israelian
Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, depression when my momma passed
Suicide, what talk 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

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