Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
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 like a hundred up)
Yeah, ten links, I got gang (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first Rolex serving
Yeah, [?] thing, she [?], she can pour my cup
Copping pink dollars in tee, yeah
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on end, I'm on codeine, yeah (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, glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me like I'm
Bitch, that X-rated know I make it and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred once
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, super 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)
Ballin' 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, gon' wipe 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 need more than just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel 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 (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 on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, the Devil, Keep 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, ain't like 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)
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 A.M come through and special
Over, up the top and she got