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

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

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the label 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, seen it) Yup, on his tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the (Luck)
Keep that, that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm than 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 Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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