Luyện nghe bài hát Finals

(Maybach Music)

We niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
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 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
down 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 hair in a
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I back for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas test drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we could break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

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

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 gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you know I watch more
Than like floor season tickets in
And we off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
Them nearly walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for hip-hop 'cause 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 female'll
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

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

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

Limpin' 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, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a Hannibal Lectors
that animal shelter

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

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

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I through in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad bitch 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 union feelin' just Dwyane
Smokin' three of the thunder, it go straight 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, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We give 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 on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the
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 flippin' like a
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your
I assist 'em with that package when I pass it,
I post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm like Ray with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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