Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't what it's called
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all claim to know me well
Top down, I got bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
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 naked photos in my
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These hoes a throw, Stevenson 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 more
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
Them niggas nearly
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
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 follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy 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 dirty niggas me
Silencers give you but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and 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, confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, they call him Don
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, on the zippers
Snort a line, like it's 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' ordinary
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

Yeah live from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the white
My one shooter got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My money on level
You ordinary niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, I crash
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just like
Smokin' pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm 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 level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam a tickin' 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 off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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