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 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
Ain't fresher than my mothafuckin' 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 the, they want the

I a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm out the driveway
It's grind day, Friday, to next 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 bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew
You 2 Chainz? Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, they 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 don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique,
And all these bad bitches, man, they 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 bossy, I ain't 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, ain't nothin' nobody can do me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, least that what my 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 gon' tell, we top of the totem
the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it means one thing
You ain't with 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 around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they the
They the, they want the

Break records at Louie, ate at Gucci
My girl a all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the idols
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the
I'm talking business, we talking CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I 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 they get money, buy a
I rather buy 80 chains and go ig'nant
I know Lee gon' kill me but let me finish
it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold Master P was just 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 wasn't really drunk he just had a few
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news presence
swerve homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to from sun rays
So I just meditate at the in Pompeii
how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's
But I wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
Went through, deep when my momma passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is
But I been talking to God for so and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my

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