Luyện nghe bài hát Finals

(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know it's called
Niggas foul but the 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 boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they 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, retract their statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas don't test
And double M, 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 that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get their off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than like floor season tickets in
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I is bad shit like 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
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your follow
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 niggas eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
give you life but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin'
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy 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 Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
hands with the white base
My number one shooter got a face
ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My on another level
You ordinary niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

Huh! My money on level
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 ordinary niggas

gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
I through in the clutch
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
These niggas don't know me but his bitch my name
I be all over the feelin' just like Dwyane
three 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, my ring and I'm back
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 tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the
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 lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I assist 'em that package when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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