Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics a chopper piece
Flow right your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, degree
Whip I drive? by me, wrists 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 on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
Dead keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
Fuck them bitches, trying to get laid
in my house you can meet my maid
And you a damn you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a hate, man fuck them guys
Real shit, don't tell no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the money and never the
I turned into something they became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real my hood confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was
Nigga where that at?
all your artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to mug, you ain't gon' wake
When that thing fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I 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 my language
From where they twist and talk with fingers
Man but this no sign language
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking classic from MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They call it City
'Cause you're likely to crash (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
I gave the rap game style bitch
But I shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like to you niggas
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then landed on my
Bitch, I might make you my
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My got paper on paper
This shit just look like a boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As grandma she's proud

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some think close to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We don't ya.
MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know there's a lot of
But I got the best
colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, he he really
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to find Quick
Get With me, that Night flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm hard
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You be unemployed
All you is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't
Young Folarin, you see them
was my influence

The fell, turning to Ground Zero
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been it but here though
move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
While me in a bricking his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to Benz rims on it
My man's 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 have no clout, the on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all your feet
Get the through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop like release dates, Vado