Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
niggas don't test drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as

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

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These a free 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 watch green
Than like floor season tickets in
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their set, like a Euro step
niggas nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 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
that your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't made for
Sb be the realest so picture them killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You play a witness, I 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 her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
never ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, every a win
Countin' in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, your ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the
They bitin' on my belt buckle, on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' that shelter

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

Yeah reportin' from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the 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 on, forest papa
dead faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My on another planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like metal
My on another level
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga 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, smoke a blunt, I crash
I got a bad college bitch who like to 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 Dwyane
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait D Rose back
ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the
Open up, nigga, middle up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I assist 'em that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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