Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know it's called
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
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 don't test
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a that we could never break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get their off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, and LeBron
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you know I watch green
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we off like 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 that Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a step
Them niggas walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I tried to let you 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 so picture them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin'
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
They call him Gunplay, they call him Don
He a livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
Fuck him, Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, 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 hundred Hannibal
Reppin' animal shelter

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

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the white
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a chains on, forest papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, like heavy metal
My money on level
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad college bitch who to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
These niggas 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 the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', 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 don't give a fuck,
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I that powder 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 smash on my
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with package when 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 bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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