Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to on
I put bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' on niggas, they retract their statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich don't test drive
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get their off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These hoes a throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than like floor season in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get 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, like a Euro
Them nearly walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
that your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' 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 for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them niggas me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty with me
Silencers give you life but they a major difference
You play a witness, I you snitchin', you paid the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I come through in the
I'm like Ray 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 bitch 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
ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
Ain't but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, I got a tour 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 fuckin' niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

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