Luyện nghe bài hát Clique

What of the dollar you murdered
Is that the one 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' me, oh god, whoa

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

I tell a bad do whatever I say
My block me like 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 crew deeper Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew
You know 2 Scrr!
I'm pulling up in Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm in the building
Freaky women I be feeling the bank accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, they be
Young player from the D 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 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

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
Your money too short, you 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 turn 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, least that what my say
Least what my check say, lost my homie 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 the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only one thing
You ain't fucking with my clique (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 do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, want the
They want the, want the

Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at
My girl a all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the idols
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the
Yeah I'm talking business, we CIA
I'm George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might been rented
You know people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' me but let me finish
it on the pigment, we living no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right to where TC lives
Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really he just had a few brews
the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do a news crew's presence
swerve homie watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to from sun rays
So I meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I build a new Rome in one day
time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design and nail it
is real got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my momma
Suicide, what kinda talk is
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's back
Fucking with my

Ain't fresher than my mothafuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it my clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, want the