Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
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 came to take 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 dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to 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 claim 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 that encore,
comin' out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than like floor season in Boston
And we show off 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 their set, like a Euro
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 could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that your 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 on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper kill and put you pussies in the street
Say the major 'cause 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
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My palms itchy, I swore I just hit the lotto
Safe in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
Countin' 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, they him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, Donald Sterling
him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the
Snort a foul line, like it's 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 reportin' live from a Wraith
Caught hands with the base
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, forest
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, like heavy metal
My money on level
You fuckin' niggas
head like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I come through in the
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 the game
These niggas don't know me but his screamin' my name
I be all over the union just like Dwyane
Smokin' three of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls 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 look at the
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a
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, the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package I pass it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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