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, makin' hit records, they hustlin'

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me 'em
for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I it, Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, I will mark any beat
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my
No such thing as sympathy, money, my remedy
on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck,
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
Twin shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid
Dead faces keep my in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get
Fuck them bitches, trying to get laid
in my house you can meet my maid
And you give a you can push 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 seat recline, top 10 charts, I reside
Got me a ?

We the best, word 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 the fame
I turned into they never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real my hood confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was that was payback
Nigga where cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I that hate
I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't 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 ain't 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 and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
call it Motor City
'Cause most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I the rap game 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 Dumb high, high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no 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 on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got on paper
This shit just like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As saying she's proud

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some think they close to me
Tell em they close to
You poser niggas ain't to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more than others
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
That's though.
One time for the 305,
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
That's hard to find Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, Night flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
Like a slight wrist
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm 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 gon' me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
was my influence

The fell, turning to Ground Zero
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De
Been through it but though
Don't with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
me in a Maserati bricking his best friends
When I die, tell them to my coffin to stretch Benz 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 have no clout, the on it
What the fiends
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
tops like release dates, Vado