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
Niggas foul but the don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs 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 million cross on
Yeah tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I back for that encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get their off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
hoes a free 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 watch green
Than like floor 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 niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I it
You can see that we our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

Huh! My money on 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 and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
get it, I got them same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a major
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, on the zippers
Snort a line, like it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Hannibal
Reppin' that shelter

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

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the white
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
dead faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound like heavy
My money on level
You fuckin' ordinary
head like Marbury, nigga

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
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
These niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my
I be all over the feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait D Rose back
ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm stacks, nigga

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

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

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

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