Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
It's the finals and my came to take it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah tell me that these ain't 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 niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
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 stash
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a bond that we could never
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as

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

I took a break to let these lames get 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 gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is you? 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 hip-hop 'cause on I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them niggas me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers give you but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel 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 swore I hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, from 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 livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
Fuck him, fuck Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the
Snort a line, like it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
that animal shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
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
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like heavy
My money on another
You fuckin' niggas
head like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I through 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 who like to fuck after class
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
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' like
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga up

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

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