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 Patek right there, bust it down, bitch
I came out the jungle with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a nigga, yeah (You like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got gang (Two million)
Yeah, bought my Rolex serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] thing, she [?], she can pour my cup
Copping pink in your tee, yeah
[?], told the magazine, (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 and the plug Japanese, yeah
I gettin' my check before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, that know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand once
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just this bitch up (Alright)
so froze, you know what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, bitch [?], that's a compliment, (Straight up)
Ballin' like the want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, 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 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 more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we (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, seen it) Yup, on his tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, on, brrt)
flight to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the 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, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you 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 Williams for the hype, (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

me
Backin' out off the cave, we this shit out for pain
In the cup it built, I'm double cup and
through in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how they to believe
Coming with no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the A.M come through and special
Over, up the top and she got