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 you get that Patek right there, bust it down, bitch
I from 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 first Rolex 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
Copping pink dollars in your tee,
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I be)
Pussy good and deep, she to the streets, yeah
in Tokyo 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 X-rated know I it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and my hundred thousand once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that slime
Yeah, swappin' 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 [?], that's a compliment, (Straight up)
Ballin' like the want a championship, yeah (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' 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 just up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the label 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 seen his face, it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, call the people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (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 million, told the Devil, Keep the luck (Luck)
Keep that, that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't me (That ain't like me)
Scotts no strings, you can't 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)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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