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

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)

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Lee (Ah)
Uh, you more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the just to sign me
Uh, me and connected 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 seen his face, it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, the Sprite 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 on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the (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 like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, 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, 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 this shit out for
In the cup it built, I'm double cup and
through in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how start to believe
through with no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come through and
Over, up the top and she got