Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

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

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

OK ain't nobody with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
nobody 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 bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, want the

I a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block me like I'm coming out the driveway
It's day, from Friday, to next 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 crew bang, my deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you my crew name
You know 2 Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Bruce but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm walking in the
Freaky women I be feeling from the accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, gotta be
Young player from the D killing everything that he see (Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

nobody 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 these bad bitches, man, they the
They want the, want the

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm Rih'
Yeah, I'm B', nigga, I'm talking me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I talking Kelis
money too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our tree
G.O.O.D. Music cousin, ain't 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 me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, least that my neck 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 meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only means one
You ain't fucking with my clique (Ain't nobody fucking 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 bad bitches, man, they want the
They the, they want the

records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the idols
What did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the Eiffel
I'm talking business, we talking CIA
I'm talking George Tenet, I him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, he had the same
Except mine and his might have been rented
You white people 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 no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, she accuse
He wasn't drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool
Everything I do a news crew's presence
swerve homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sun
So I just at the home in Pompeii
About how I could a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's
But I just wanna design 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 life I guess talking back
Fucking with my

nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique
As I look around, they do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
They the, they want the