Luyện nghe bài hát Finals

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And them boys
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 tell me that these ain't the streets to on
I put bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test
And double M, 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 level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their 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 we keep our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that your follow
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy 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 niggas me
Let's get it, I got same dirty niggas with me
give you life but they make a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, come the ball hogger
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire
Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the
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' that shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My number one got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, forest
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My on another planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like heavy
My money on another
You fuckin' niggas
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
I come in the clutch
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, a blunt, then 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 union feelin' like Dwyane
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep that on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em that package when I pass 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 Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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