Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

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

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

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

Yeah, yup, call the people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
'em in his hands, he was typin' (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, the Devil, Keep the luck (Luck)
Keep that, keep ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, the smoke (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 with the, on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm 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, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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