Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

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

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a step
niggas nearly walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got same dirty niggas with me
give you life but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
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 bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
Caught hands with the white
My number one got a white face
ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a chains on, forest papa
Chasin' dead on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My money on level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
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 after
She study for finals, I the game
These 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 commentatin' Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

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

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

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