Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

I made you get Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get that right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (You like a mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got gang (Two million)
Yeah, bought my first Rolex 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can 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
in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my check before a new album, might up
Mix, breed, bad buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, X-rated know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my thousand once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, super slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, [?], that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers want a championship, (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Freeband (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 like I'm Lee (Ah)
Uh, you more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to get her (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I just start the label to sign me
Uh, me and connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a 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)
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 like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, 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, up Hype Williams 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 this shit out for pain
In the cup it built, I'm cup and champagne
Come in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how they to believe
Coming through no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the A.M come through and special
Over, up the top and she got