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

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
Them nearly 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, beat up, no
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the
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 niggas with me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You play a witness, I you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda 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 me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the hogger
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, Donald Sterling
him, fuck 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 foul line, like it's child
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
that animal shelter

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

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

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I through in the clutch
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, I crash
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She for finals, I study the game
These niggas don't me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all the union feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

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

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

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