Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what called
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond chains and my million 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 their statement
I keep a bomb, I 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 been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't drive
And M, that 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 bond that we could break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These hoes a throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than like floor season in Boston
And we off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
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 our promise
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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 kill and put you pussies in the street
Say the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to Ricky
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 never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, 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 ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, come the ball hogger
They call him Gunplay, they call him Don
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Sterling
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the
Snort a foul line, like child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' animal shelter

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

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

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
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 union feelin' just like
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
up, nigga, middle 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 stacks, nigga

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary 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 a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
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 like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it 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 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 on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

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