Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

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

We the best, word to my mama
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my they wanted the same
I wanted the and never the fame
I turned into they never became
Through all the rain, I kept my
And I kept burning and its my and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was that was payback
Nigga where cake at?
all your artists
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I feel hate
When I got that ? I just feel so
I put it to your mug, you ain't wake
When that thing fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke I got no lungs
Got her down, no teeth
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no language
out of the ashes
This a fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got them
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah motor be the fastest bitch,
They it Motor City
'Cause you're most to crash (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So ask me why they strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' right you
My pockets got on paper
This shit look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As saying she's proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some think close to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas'
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
there's a lot of artists
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive others
Murray the winner, he 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 tight
That's hard to Quick Tri-Flow
Get With me, that Night flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
white whip sit
Like a wrist slit
shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you bumper cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly of noise
Who tell me that 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, like Rob De Niro
Been through it but here
Don't move with the
Dress the toast like let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
me in a Maserati bricking his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch rims on it
Problems? My on, see him, we stomp him out
His mouth, our on it
smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado