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 don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that 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 y'all niggas to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich don't test drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a bond that we could break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you know I watch more
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
Them niggas nearly
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
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 tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I her, duck 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 blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
bitch be fuckin' 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 ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the hogger
They call him Gunplay, call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire
Fuck Donald Sterling, him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, on the zippers
a foul line, like it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm a hundred Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' animal shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, forest
Chasin' dead on the blue paper
fed cases, you need law paper
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, I crash
I got a bad bitch who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These don't know me but his bitch 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' Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the
him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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