Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

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

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their set, like a Euro step
Them niggas nearly
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 we keep our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy 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 picture them niggas me
Let's get it, I got same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
You her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, confuse 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 money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, every 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 hogger
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the
Snort a line, like it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Hannibal
Reppin' that animal

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

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught with the white base
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, forest
Chasin' 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 money on another
You fuckin' niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I through 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 bitch who like to after class
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
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
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 on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package I pass it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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