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 know what called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
And them boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich don't test drive
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a bond that we could break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My money on level
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 the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
Them niggas nearly
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the
Say fuck the 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty with me
Silencers you life but they make a major 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 money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My palms itchy, I swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, every a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' Donald Sterling
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the
Snort a foul line, like it's time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
that animal shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
Caught hands with the white
My one shooter got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My on another level
You ordinary niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I come 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 bitch who like to fuck after class
She for finals, I study the game
These niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my
I be all over the union feelin' just like
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just 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' niggas
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' like a
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the off of your cabbage
I 'em with 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 Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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