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 what it's called
Niggas foul but the don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
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
Runnin' down on niggas, 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 bitch's in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for 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 cake up in my stash
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that sweet as cake

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

I took a to let these lames get their thing 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 moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than like floor season in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their set, like a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your follow
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My pussy 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 niggas me
Let's get it, I got same dirty niggas with me
Silencers you life but they 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 sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
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 money on another
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

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

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

Yeah reportin' live from a Wraith
Caught with the white base
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, forest
Chasin' dead on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, like heavy metal
My money on level
You ordinary niggas
head like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I come in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen 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 study the
These niggas don't know me but his bitch my name
I be all over the union just like Dwyane
Smokin' 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', they commentatin' Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
niggas 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 but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I pass it,
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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