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 it's called
Niggas but the referees don't 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 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they 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 bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and 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 that we could never
She wash her hair Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your be fuckin' 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 let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off 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 you? Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
niggas nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say fuck the major I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so 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 the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, 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 a buzzer
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
Load the clips 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 Hannibal
Reppin' that animal

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

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

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

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

gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
I come in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas don't me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the feelin' just like Dwyane
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 commentatin' Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I 'em with 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 of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra 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, him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Screamin' Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
(Han) Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling