Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond chains and my dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got bitch's hair in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I back for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
niggas don't test drive
And M, that 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 bond that we could never
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than like floor season in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
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 that we our promise
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't made for
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
get it, I got them same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a major
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
Countin' in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, on the zippers
Snort a foul line, it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' that shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
Caught with the white base
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a chains on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
fed cases, you need law paper
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like heavy
My money on another
You fuckin' niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I come through in the
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, I crash
I got a bad bitch who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
These don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the
Just know the Bulls the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that on me, nigga, like Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
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 like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, the leaf off of your cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
Team of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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