Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I you get that Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get Patek right there, bust 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 links, I got gang (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
Copping pink dollars in your tee,
[?], told the magazine, (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 Tokyo and the plug Japanese,
I been gettin' my before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, that 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, that super
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just 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)
Ballin' like the Lakers want a championship, (Ooh, ooh)
up, Freeband Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe 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 more 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 connected like we (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, call the people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna (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, the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the (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, ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, 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 Hype for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

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