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 makin' hit records, hustlin'

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I mark any beat
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, this through with chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third
Whip I drive? Owned by me, and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly nigga with some 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
Walk in my house you can my maid
And you give a damn you can that Lac
Push Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck guys
Real nigga shit, don't no lie
Private plane, my recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the best, word to my mama
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas wanted the same
I the money and never the fame
I turned something they never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was that was payback
Nigga that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel that
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to your mug, you gon' wake
When thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they gon ride
Now we hard like 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
From where twist and talk with they fingers
Man but ain't no sign language
out of the ashes
This a fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
that motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor
'Cause you're most likely to (fuck it)
thing 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
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why they out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
When you keep em' right you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just look like a boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma saying she's

dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
Some think they close to me
Tell em they to Stevie
You niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know there's a lot of
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more than others
Murray the winner, he he really
Nelson
fire though.
One time for the 305,
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My be so tight rope
That's hard to Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough me, that Night flow
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
That whip sit
Like a slight wrist
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch 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 Ground
Kids didn't like Jackson
Nicki Barnes hero
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
Been it but here though
Don't move the weirdos
Dress the toast like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a bricking his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my to stretch 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 feet sprayed
Get the pills through, through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop tops like release dates,