Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's
Niggas foul but the don't get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my dollar cross on
they tell 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 statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
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 test
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I took a to let these lames get their thing off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than like floor season in Boston
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro 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 up, beat up, no conscience
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah live from 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 Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
fed cases, you need law paper
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My money on another
You fuckin' niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of 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 who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
These niggas don't know me but his screamin' my name
I be all over the 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' like
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
Ain't but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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