Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
the finals and my dogs came to take 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 and my million dollar cross on
Yeah tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your on my list, and it's not long
down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know 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 comin' out my pores,
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 in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These hoes a free throw, and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you know I watch green
like 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 Joe Crawford
And dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know 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 on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I could beat up, 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 we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
get it, I got them same dirty niggas with me
Silencers you life but they make a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
Safe house in Cabo, my bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
never ordinary, don't confuse 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 money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

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

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

Yeah reportin' live 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
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 heavy
My money on level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I through in the clutch
I'm like Ray 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 after
She for finals, I study the game
These niggas don't me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' like Dwyane
Smokin' three 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' like
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We give 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 level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the
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 flippin' like a
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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