Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I you get that Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek right there, bust it down,
I came from out the jungle this 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 (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)
good and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese,
I been gettin' my check before a new album, might up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me I'm Tyson
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, that slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just this bitch up (Alright)
so froze, you know what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' (Nap boule)
High, [?], that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers want a championship, (Ooh, ooh)
up, Freeband Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you 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 Google to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to get her (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, to me nicely (Yeah)
(I his face, seen 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 it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the (Luck)
Keep that, that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, 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 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 shit out for pain
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