Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

(Remix)
Travis Scott Feat. Future, Young & 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 Cuban links, I got (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 that end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I be)
Pussy and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
in Tokyo and the plug 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 thunder and (Yeah)
Take that nigga and bring my hundred thousand once
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime this up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know what 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, Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe 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 more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just the label just to sign me
Uh, me and connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a 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 (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)
'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, the luck (Luck)
Keep that, keep ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that like me (That ain't 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, 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 cup and champagne
Come through in [?] automatics, say
[?] how they to believe
through with no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M through and special
Over, up the top and she got