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, fuck it, cause I want

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 look around, they don't do it my clique, 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 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 let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you my crew name
You 2 Chainz? Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Bruce but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling I'm walking 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 everything that he see (Ain't nobody with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)

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

Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm Rih'
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking
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 drug-dealing cousin, ain't 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! Call me Hov or
Translation, I'm the shit, least that my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son second grade
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem
It's the Dream Team meets the Team
And all our eyes green it only one thing
You ain't fucking my clique (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 do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all bad bitches, man, they want the
They the, they want the

Break at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a all from 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 me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine and his might have been rented
You know white get money, don't spend it
Or they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 chains and go ig'nant
I Spike Lee gon' kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we no limits
Them Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she
He wasn't drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, beverage
Everything I do need a crew's presence
Speedboat swerve watch out for the waves
I'm way too to burn from sun rays
So I just meditate at the in Pompeii
About how I could build a new in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and it
Shit is real got me Israelian
Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression my momma passed
Suicide, what talk is that?
But I been to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my

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