Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna
dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
the finals and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a (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 double for that encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You see me and them stars, nigga
niggas don't test drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
the offense, nigga don't you hear me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than like 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 Joe Crawford
And dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, a Euro step
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 beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them killin' me
Let's get it, I got 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 a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
never ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 Ring J's, every a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, from the muzzle
on a busta, beat your ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck Donald Sterling
Load the with 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' animal shelter

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

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the white
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My on another planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My on another level
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the and I splash, smoke 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 know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just like
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', 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, you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the off of your cabbage
I assist 'em that package when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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