Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get that Richard Millie, it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this 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 (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 that end, I'm on codeine, (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets,
Swag in and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my check before a new album, might up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me I'm Tyson
Bitch, X-rated know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, super slime
Yeah, swappin' out, we just slime this 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)
like the Lakers want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, gon' wipe 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 need more 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 to sign 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 his face, seen it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, call the people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (Da, da, da)
'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, the judge 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, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't me)
Scotts no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with 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 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 cup and champagne
through in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how they to believe
through with no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come through and
Over, up the top and she got