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 called
Niggas foul but the don't get involved
It's the finals and my came to take it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the and that boy strapped
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 not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they their statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get 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 moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you know I watch green
Than like floor tickets in Boston
And we show off 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 their set, like a Euro step
Them nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I it
You can see that we keep our
I could beat up, beat up, no
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
that your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your be fuckin' 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 killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers 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 sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught hands with the white
My one shooter 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
fed cases, you need law paper
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on another
You ordinary niggas
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college bitch who like to fuck class
She for finals, I study the game
These niggas don't know me but his screamin' my name
I be all over the feelin' just 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, my ring and I'm back
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
Ain't but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches 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 when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full 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 fuckin' ordinary (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

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