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 there, bust it down, bitch
I came out the jungle with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (You like a hundred up)
Yeah, ten links, I got gang (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 end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I might be)
good and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my check before a new album, might up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me like I'm
Bitch, that know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know what is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' (Nap boule)
High, bitch [?], that's a compliment, (Straight up)
Ballin' the Lakers want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Freeband (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe you before you wipe 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 label just to 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 flight to France, tryna sight-see (On 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 twenty million, told the Devil, the luck (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, ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts 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, gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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