Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a piece
Flow right through your fitted T, this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they greatness is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, 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 dying breed, I'm
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my 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
Walk in my house you can meet my
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 nigga shit, don't no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, word to my
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas wanted the same
I the money and never the fame
I turned into something never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept and its my turn and
Real nigga my hood it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way
I was starving 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 so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't wake
When that thing fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we hard like I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no
Got her down, no teeth
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they twist and talk they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They call it City
'Cause most likely to crash (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
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 strings
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might even stick my out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then landed on my
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got on paper
This shit look like a novel boy
100 worth 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 supposed to be here
We believe 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 palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough me, that Night flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing cars.
You under-cards
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' tell me I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Folarin, you see them puters
That was my

The fell, turning to Ground Zero
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
Been through it but here
Don't with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast like win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his best
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to Benz rims on it
Problems? My man's on, see him, we him out
His mouth, our on it
Always smoking a ounce, a mountain, no on it
Spins on it, you no clout, the Benz 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