Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
It's the finals and my came to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my dollar 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' on niggas, they retract their 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 in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for that encore,
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't drive
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her the cake up in my stash 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 on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
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
Than like floor season tickets in
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Jordans?
But we know their set, like a step
Them niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers give you life but they make a major
You play a witness, I you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

like 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 your ass a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the hogger
They call him Gunplay, call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the 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
bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like it's child
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm a hundred Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' that shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
hands with the white base
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the blue
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on level
You ordinary niggas
head like Marbury, nigga

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

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

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

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh 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 pass it,
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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