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 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
Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' 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
They the, they want the

I tell a bad bitch do I say
My block behind me I'm coming out the driveway
grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me that
I might let my crew bang, my deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm Girl, you know my crew name
You 2 Chainz? Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Bruce but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, kneeling 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 everything that he see (Ain't nobody with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' 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 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 in our family 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 that my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since grade
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the pole
It's the Dream meets the Supreme Team
And all our green it only means 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, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique,
And all these bad bitches, man, they the
want the, they want the

Break at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a 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 Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, he had the same
Except tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money, spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a
I rather buy 80 gold and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' me but let me finish
it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she
He wasn't really drunk he just had a few
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the
I'm way too black to burn sun rays
So I just meditate at the in Pompeii
About how I build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in they screaming like he's Elvis
But I wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feeling
Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, depression when my momma passed
Suicide, kinda talk is that?
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my I guess he's talking back
Fucking my clique

Ain't nobody fresher 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, want the