Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

What of the dollar you murdered
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 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 want the, they the

I tell a bad bitch do I say
My block behind me I'm coming 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 crew bang, my deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the villain,
Man, they kneeling I'm walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm
a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything 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 around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
They 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 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 nothing fuckin' we
Me turn 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, ain't nobody can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, least that what my say
Least that what my check say, lost my for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since second
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Team
And all our eyes it only means one thing
You ain't fucking with my clique (Ain't 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 like my clique, clique, clique, clique,
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
They want the, want 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
Yeah I'm talking business, we CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the
Except mine tinted and his might have rented
You know white get money, don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a
I buy 80 gold chains and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we living no
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a right next to where TC lives
Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really drunk he had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news presence
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the
I'm way too black to burn sun rays
So I meditate at the home in Pompeii
how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they like he's Elvis
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, kinda talk is that?
But I been talking to God for so and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking my clique

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