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 that Patek right there, it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this shit on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (You a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got gang (Two million)
Yeah, bought my Rolex serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
Copping dollars in your tee, yeah
[?], told the magazine, (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in and the plug Japanese, yeah
I gettin' my check before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me I'm Tyson
Bitch, that X-rated know I it thunder 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 just slime this up (Alright)
so froze, you know what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' (Nap boule)
High, [?], that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the 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, they gon' wipe you 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 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, been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, on, brrt)
Private flight to France, sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I 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)
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, that like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm 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 Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

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