Luyện nghe bài hát Finals 2

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna
Sellin' dope to get a car and know what it's called
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them boys
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 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, they retract their
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get 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 hear me
And you know I watch more
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw 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 nearly walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a 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 dirty, her pussy 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 bitch related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

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

like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, every 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 him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, all the strippers
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
Reppin' animal shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught hands with the white
My number one shooter got a face
ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a chains on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on another
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on another
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of 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 who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas don't know me but his screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just like
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

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

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

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