Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie 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 through your fitted T, pull this through with
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? 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 still on pedigree
Yeah, fly with some stupid swag
Dead keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can meet my
And you give a damn you can push Lac
Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck them
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, I reside
Got me a ?

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

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

Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic
Some think they close to me
Tell em they close to
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 palette
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
That's to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get With me, that Night flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
white 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 buzzing
My driver's out of this world, you bumper cars.
You niggas
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't
Young Folarin, you see them
That was my

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