Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I back for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas don't drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get thing off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These hoes a throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
like floor 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, a Euro step
niggas nearly walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
that your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the
Say the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them killin' me
Let's get it, I got them dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a major
You a witness, I heard 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, duck her and pass to
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my 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 on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come in the clutch
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
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' just Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the
Just 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 winnin', bitch look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
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 to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my
30 Shot'll have 'em 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 post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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