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, hustlin'

Okay now Khaled me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I it, Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will mark any
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third
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 like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some swag
Dead faces keep my money in the bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get
Fuck them bitches, ain't to get laid
Walk in my you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can push Lac
Push that on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
Real shit, don't tell no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the money and the fame
I into something they never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving was payback
where that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel hate
When I got that ? I just so safe
I put it to mug, you ain't gon' wake
When thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I ain't 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
where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
They call it Motor
'Cause you're most to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
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 like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no attached
So ask me why they strung out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
you keep em' right beside you
My got paper on paper
This shit look like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some think close to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You poser ain't supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a on niggas' careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
there's a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
That's though.
One time for the 305,
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get With me, that Night flow
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
white whip sit
Like a slight slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write shit
Nigga and right minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you bumper cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly of noise
Who tell 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 didn't like Jackson
Nicki Barnes hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De
Been it but here though
Don't move with the
pimpin' the toast like let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati his best friends
When I die, 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
Always smoking a ounce, a mountain, no on it
Spins on it, you no clout, the Benz on it
the fiends say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all your feet
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats
tops like release dates, Vado