Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get that Richard Millie, bust it down,
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, yeah (You a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten links, I got gang (Two hundred 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, yeah (Bitch, I be)
good and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
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 X-rated know I make it and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, hoes out, we just slime this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' (Nap boule)
High, bitch [?], a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers 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 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 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 just to 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, sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was (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)
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 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 Hype Williams for the hype, (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' you before 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 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