Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' to get a car and don't know what it's called
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
down on niggas, they retract their statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas to know me well
Top down, I got bitch's hair in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I back for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I a break to let these lames get their 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 she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than like floor season 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, 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 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
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
get it, I got them same dirty niggas with me
Silencers you life but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you 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 palms itchy, I coulda swore I 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 level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be 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 ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, they call him Don
He a livin' legend, keep the revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' Donald Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like it's child
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' that animal

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

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like heavy
My on another level
You ordinary niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the and I splash, smoke 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 know me but his bitch screamin' my
I be all over the union feelin' just like
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose 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 look at the
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

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

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

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