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
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my came to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I back for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich don't test drive
And M, that be the best 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 could break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, 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 don't you me talkin'?
And you know I watch green
Than like floor tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw get tossed out
All I call is bad like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
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 keep our
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them killin' me
Let's get it, I got same dirty 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 her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
never ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
Countin' in the huddle, blocka, flash from 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, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the
They on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like it's time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Hannibal
that animal shelter

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

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

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I come through in the
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad college bitch who like to fuck after
She study for finals, I study the
These niggas don't me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union just like Dwyane
Smokin' pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the
him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to on my itinerary
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I pass it,
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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