Luyện nghe bài hát Future

I am the streets, the
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the
They gettin' money, they hit records, they hustlin'

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper
right through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, I'm hot, third degree
Whip I Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
pistol shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get
Walk in my you can meet my maid
And you give a you can push that Lac
Push Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck guys
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
all I want is change
And my niggas they wanted the
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into something never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real nigga my hood it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving was payback
where that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I feel that
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to your mug, you gon' wake
When that thing fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas talk murder, but they gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no
Got her going down, no
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they twist and with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They call it City
'Cause most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
Toll rollin by the so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the
hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make you my baby
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' beside you
My got paper on paper
This shit just like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma saying proud

dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
Some think close to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a on niggas' careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know there's a lot of
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive others
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
That's though.
One time for the 305,
hydro make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a slight wrist
shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this minute, say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' tell me I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Folarin, you see them puters
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Zero
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De
Been through it but here
Don't with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast like win
on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a bricking his best friends
I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
Problems? My man's on, see him, we him out
His mouth, our on it
smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you have no clout, the on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the pills through, through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado