Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the
Murder, bet I it, Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, I will mark any beat
this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they greatness is my tendency
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, degree
Whip I Owned 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 nigga a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
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, trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can my maid
And you give a you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the
No top on mine, a nigga hate, man fuck them guys
Real shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas they wanted the
I the money and never the fame
I turned into something they never
Through all the rain, I kept my
And I kept burning and its my and
Real nigga my hood it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was starving was payback
where that cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel hate
When I got ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon'
When that thing 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 I got no lungs
Got her down, no teeth
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they and talk with they fingers
Man but this 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
that motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor
'Cause you're most to crash (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, I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I might you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got on paper
shit just look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
think they close to seeing me
Tell em they close to
You poser niggas ain't to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas'
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know a lot of artists
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Mandela
That's though.
One for the 305, though
hydro make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to Quick Tri-Flow
Get With me, that Night flow
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
white whip sit
Like a wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
Nigga and right minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't
Young Folarin, you see them
was my influence

The towers fell, to Ground Zero
Kids didn't Reggie Jackson
Barnes their hero
As I play Rothstein, like Rob De Niro
through 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 Maserati his best friends
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
on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats
Drop tops release dates, Vado