Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

(Remix)
Travis Scott Feat. Future, Young & 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 came from out the with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, (You like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got gang (Two million)
Yeah, bought my first Rolex serving
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
Copping pink dollars in tee, yeah
[?], told the magazine, (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me like I'm
Bitch, that X-rated know I make it and lightning (Yeah)
Take 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 slime this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, [?], that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers want a championship, (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Freeband (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to get her (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 a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' 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 judge to my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, the luck (Luck)
that, keep 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 like me (That 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 for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you 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
through in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how they to believe
Coming with no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come through and
Over, up the top and she got