Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

(Remix)
Travis Feat. Future, Young Thug & M.I.A.

Haha,

I made you get that Richard Millie, it down, bitch
I made you get that right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this shit right on my arm, no cap, (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, (You like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my Rolex serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
pink dollars in your tee, yeah
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, (Bitch, I might be)
good and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me like I'm
Bitch, that X-rated know I make it and lightning (Yeah)
that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, super slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime bitch up (Alright)
so froze, you know what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, bitch [?], a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
up, Freeband Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to get her (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, the luck (Luck)
Keep that, that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't me)
Scotts with no strings, you tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yeah, yep, in my tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)
in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
him up, no napkin, yee (Doo)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

me
Backin' out off the cave, we built this shit out for
In the cup it built, I'm double cup and
Come through in [?] automatics, say
[?] how they start to
through with no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M through and special
Over, up the top and she got