Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know it's called
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these the streets to floss on
I put bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich don't test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

I took a break to let these lames get thing off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
the offense, nigga don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
niggas nearly walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I it
You can see we keep our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe your female'll follow
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I made for industry
Sb be the so picture them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
never ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the
on a busta, beat your ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the hogger
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the
Snort a foul line, like it's child
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Hannibal
Reppin' animal shelter

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on another
You fuckin' niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary (Maybach Music)
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary (Maybach Music)
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I through in the clutch
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She for finals, I study the game
niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a
Ain't nothin' but bad to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' a patty
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas (Maybach Music)
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck Donald Sterling
Screamin' fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, Donald Sterling
(Han) Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling