Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get that Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get Patek right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this shit right on my arm, no cap, (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 Rolex 'caine
Yeah, [?] thing, she [?], she can pour my cup
Copping pink 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, glue up
Mix, breed, bad buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, that X-rated 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, super slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we slime this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know what 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)
Turn up, Gang (It's lit)

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)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the label just to me
Uh, me and CHASE 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 (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)
'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I on the stand, told the judge 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)
Talk to me (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the 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, they gon' wipe you 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 through in [?] automatics, say
[?] how they start to
Coming through with no top, she in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come and special
Over, up the top and she got