Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics a chopper piece
Flow right your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they greatness is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck,
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly with some stupid swag
Dead faces my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get
in my house you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can push Lac
that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, a nigga hate, man fuck them guys
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
all I want is change
And my they wanted the same
I the money and never the fame
I turned into something never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And that Maybach, let me take em way
When I was starving that was
where that cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I just feel so
I put it to mug, you ain't gon' wake
When thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon
Now we goin' hard like I 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 my language
where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
Fresh out of the
a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got them
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah motor be the fastest bitch,
They it Motor City
'Cause you're likely to crash (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game bitch
But I over shine, no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why they out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I make you my baby
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got on paper
This shit just look like a boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As saying she's proud

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some think they 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 niggas'
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
there's a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my more productive than others
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that Night
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a slight slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing
My driver's out of this world, you playing cars.
You niggas
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see them
was my influence

The towers fell, to Ground Zero
Kids didn't like Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
through it but here though
Don't move with the
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 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 no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop like release dates, Vado