Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what called
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my came to take it all
2014 And them 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 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 drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These hoes a throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you know I watch more
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their set, like a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe your female'll follow
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the so picture them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin'
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My palms itchy, I swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
Caught with the white base
My number one shooter got a face
ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
dead faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

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

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
niggas 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 bitches to smash on my
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I pass it,
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray with shots
Cheerleaders, I got a tour bus full of thots
Team of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga up

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

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