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
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my 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
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to 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 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 photos in my laptop
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

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, 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 more green
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 Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
niggas nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I it
You can see that we our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that 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 money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't made for
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
Safe house in Cabo, my bitch related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

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

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

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

gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
I come in the clutch
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad bitch who like to fuck after class
She for finals, I study the game
niggas don't know 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
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose
ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my 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, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be 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 swear to God I got a
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I pass it,
I post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, I got a tour bus full of thots
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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