Luyện nghe bài hát Future

I am the streets, the
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, the future
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 it, Kudos to the killer
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
on any street, swear I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third
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 like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't to get laid
Walk in my house you can my maid
And you a damn you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
Real shit, don't tell no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the best, word to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling Obama
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas they wanted the
I the money and never the fame
I into something they never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
nigga my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way
When I was that was payback
where that cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel that
I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't wake
When that gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard I ain't 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
where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking classic when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They it Motor City
you're most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I we're going overtime.
'Til Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no attached
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might even my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make 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 shit look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As grandma saying proud

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

The towers fell, to Ground Zero
Kids didn't like Jackson
Nicki their hero
As I play Rothstein, like Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
Don't move the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast like 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 have no clout, the on it
What the fiends
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 on, seats gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado