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 called
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the finals on the and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond chains and my million cross on
Yeah tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all claim to know me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
niggas don't test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you 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 you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
Them nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I made for industry
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers give you life but they make a major
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 her, duck her and pass to Ricky
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 confuse me with
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
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 Hannibal
that animal shelter

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

Yeah live from a white Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My number one got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a chains on, forest papa
dead faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like metal
My on another level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I come in the clutch
I'm like Ray 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 study for finals, I the game
niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all the union feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the
Just know the been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm 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 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 assist 'em with 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 tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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