Luyện nghe bài hát Clique (Remix)

What of the you murdered for?
Is the one fighting 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' with me, oh god,

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 don't do it my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
want the, they want the

I a bad bitch 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 days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me that
I might let my bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You 2 Chainz? Scrr!
I'm up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling I'm walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank 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)

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, want the
want the, they want the

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm talking
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm me
Yeah, I'm bossy, I ain't talking Kelis
Your money too short, you be talking to me
Yeah I'm LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing 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 that my neck say
Least that my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since second grade
He told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem pole
the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our green it only means one thing
You ain't fucking with my clique (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 do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they the

records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the idols
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em off the Eiffel
I'm talking 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 and his might have been rented
You know people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 chains and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me but let me
Blame it on the pigment, we no limits
Them Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, she accuse
He wasn't really he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, beverage
Everything I do need a crew's presence
Speedboat swerve watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to from sun rays
So I just at the home 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 wanna hotels and nail it
Shit is got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
through, deep 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 life I guess he's talking
with my clique

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