Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

What of the dollar you for?
Is that the one fighting for your
Or your brother's the one that you're running from, but if you got money, fuck it, I want some

B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god,

OK ain't nobody with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't 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
They want the, want the

I a bad bitch do whatever 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 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 up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, they be
Young player from the D that's killing that he see (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, want the
They want the, 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 ain't talking
Your money too short, you can't be to me
I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, nothing fuckin' with we
Me turn 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me, now who me?
¡Vámonos! me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, least what my neck say
Least that my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, hug his son since second grade
He told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem 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 like my clique, clique, clique, clique,
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
want the, they want the

Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at
My girl a superstar all from a home
Bow on our arrival, the Un-American
What did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I'm talking business, we CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the day
He asked me my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine and his might have been rented
You know white people get money, don't it
Or maybe get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 chains and go ig'nant
I know Lee gon' kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we no limits
gold 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, whatever she
He wasn't really drunk he just had a few
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's
swerve homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too to burn from sun rays
So I meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's
But I just wanna hotels and nail it
is real got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's
Went through, deep depression when my passed
Suicide, what kinda 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 look around, they don't do it like my
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
They the, they want the