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 what it's called
Niggas foul but the 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 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they tell me these ain't the streets to floss on
I put bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas don't test
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my
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 level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you know I more green
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get out
All I call is bad like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their 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 ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say fuck the 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the so picture them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers give you life but they a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's ordinary, don't confuse 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 on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
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, flash the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass a buzzer
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
call him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the fire
Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
the clips with my clippers, tippin' 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 on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

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

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

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas (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 shot and I splash, a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
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 the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
ain't 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
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a
Ain't nothin' but bad to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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