Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
It's the finals and my came to take it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my dollar cross on
they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for that encore,
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich don't test drive
And double M, that be the 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 could never
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I took a to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These 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
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? 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 that we keep our
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
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 same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a major
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin'
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live from a Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My one shooter got a white face
ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on another
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on another
You ordinary niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' 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, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad college bitch who like to fuck class
She for finals, I study the game
niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the
know the Bulls 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 team winnin', look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just 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 fuckin' niggas
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

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

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

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