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 you get that 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 franchise nigga, yeah (You a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten links, I got gang (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
Copping dollars in your tee, yeah
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, (Bitch, I might 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 I'm Tyson
Bitch, that know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime 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' like the Lakers want a championship, (Ooh, ooh)
up, Freeband Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you 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 need more than 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 CHASE connected we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, seen it) Yup, on his tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I it, lift 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, the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, ain't like me (That ain't like me)
with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with 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 Hype for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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