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

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you 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 up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I start the label 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 seen his face, 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 on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, the Devil, Keep the luck (Luck)
that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that like me (That ain't like me)
with no strings, you can't 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, they gon' wipe you before you 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 they start to
Coming through with no top, she in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come through and
Over, up the top and she got