Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

What of the dollar you murdered
Is the one fighting for your soul?
Or brother's the one that you're running from, but if you got money, fuck it, cause 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 do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they the
want the, they want the

I tell a bad bitch do I say
My block me like I'm coming out the driveway
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 2 Chainz? Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the villain,
Man, kneeling when I'm walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling the bank accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, they be
Young player from the D killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, 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 these bad bitches, man, want the
They want the, 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 too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't fuckin' with we
Me that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, that what 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 second
He told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem pole
It's the Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only means one
You ain't fucking with my clique (Ain't nobody fucking my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

Ain't nobody 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 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
I'm talking business, we talking CIA
I'm George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the
Except mine tinted and his might been rented
You know people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go
I know Lee gon' kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was a figment
Of our imagination, MTV Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she
He really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, beverage
Everything I do need a crew's presence
Speedboat swerve homie out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sun
So I just at the home in Pompeii
About how I could a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like Elvis
But I just design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feeling
Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my momma
Suicide, what kinda talk is
But I talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
with my clique

Ain't fresher 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