Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I you get that Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek right there, it down, bitch
I came from out the with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (You like a mil' up)
Yeah, ten links, I got gang (Two hundred million)
Yeah, my first 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 and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me I'm Tyson
Bitch, that X-rated know I it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, swappin' out, we just slime this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' (Nap boule)
High, bitch [?], a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Freeband (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, (It's lit)
Uh, gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (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 label to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've 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 Sprite people (Call 'em, on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On 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 to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, the luck (Luck)
that, keep 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 like me)
Scotts no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the 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)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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