Luyện nghe bài hát Future

I am the streets, the
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the
They gettin' money, makin' 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 wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
on any street, swear I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper
Flow right through your T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, saying greatness is my tendency
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
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 nigga a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get
in my house you can meet my maid
And you a damn you can push that Lac
Push that on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a hate, man fuck them guys
nigga shit, don't tell 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 like
'Cause all I is change
And my they wanted the same
I wanted the and never the fame
I turned something they never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving was payback
Nigga where that at?
all your artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel hate
When I got that ? I just feel so
I put it to your mug, you ain't wake
that thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas talk murder, but 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
From where twist 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 Trick got them
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it City
'Cause you're most likely to (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I make you my baby
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My got paper on paper
This just look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as
As grandma she's proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You poser ain't supposed to be here
We believe 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
colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My be so tight rope
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
Like a slight slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this
Nigga and right this minute, say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch of noise
Who gon' me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Folarin, you see them puters
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids like Reggie Jackson
Nicki their hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
through it but here though
Don't move the weirdos
pimpin' the toast like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his best
I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
Problems? My man's on, see him, we him out
His mouth, our on it
Always a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you have no clout, the on it
the fiends say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 on, seats gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado