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 right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle 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 serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] thing, she [?], she can pour my cup
pink dollars in your tee, yeah
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I be)
Pussy and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my check a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, that X-rated I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand once
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we slime this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know what is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, bitch [?], that's a compliment, (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 Hype Williams for the hype, (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 I'm Spike 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 connected we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a 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 flight to France, 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, the Devil, Keep the luck (Luck)
that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the (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 tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm than 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 Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

me
Backin' out off the cave, we built shit out for pain
In the cup it built, I'm cup and champagne
Come in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how start to believe
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