Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

What of the dollar you murdered
Is that the one fighting for your
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
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, want the
want the, they want the

I tell a bad bitch do I say
My block behind me like I'm out the driveway
It's grind day, from Friday, to Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I 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, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew
You know 2 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
a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player the D that's killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

Ain't 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 bad bitches, man, they want the
They the, they want the

Yeah, I'm 'Ye, yeah, I'm talking Rih'
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't Kelis
Your money too short, you can't be to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't fuckin' with we
Me turn 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, least that what my say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a
Nigga for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since second grade
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Team
And all our eyes green it only means one
You ain't fucking my clique (Ain't nobody fucking 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 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 from a movie
Bow on our arrival, the idols
What did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm business, we talking CIA
I'm George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the
mine tinted and his might have been rented
You white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go
I know Spike Lee kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we no limits
Them gold P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right next to TC lives
Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, beverage
I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to from sun rays
So I just meditate at the home in
About how I could a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming he's Elvis
But I wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feeling
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
Went through, deep when my momma passed
Suicide, kinda talk is that?
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 nobody fresher than my clique
As I look around, they don't do it my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
They the, they want the