Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I you get that Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek right there, it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with 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 (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
pink dollars in your tee, yeah
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I be)
Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets,
in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my check a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me like I'm
Bitch, that X-rated I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime 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' like the Lakers a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Freeband (It's lit)

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)

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 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 like a crime spree, talk to me (Yeah)
(I seen his face, it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, 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 went on the stand, told the to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up million, told 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, that ain't like me (That like me)
Scotts with no strings, you tie me (Scotts with the, hol' 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, 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 this shit out for pain
In the cup it built, I'm cup and champagne
Come in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how start 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