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 know what called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich don't test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked photos in my
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 level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch green
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe
And these dudes slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
Them niggas 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 keep our
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you 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 dirty niggas with me
Silencers you life but they make a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
Safe house in Cabo, my bitch related 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 level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball
call him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the
They bitin' on my 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 animal

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

Yeah live from a white Wraith
Caught with the white base
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, forest
Chasin' dead on the blue paper
fed cases, you need law paper
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like metal
My on another level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

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

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
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 on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, the leaf off of your cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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