Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me 'em, he just told me kill 'em
for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a piece
Flow right through fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my
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'
of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my in the body 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 you can meet my maid
And you give a you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, push 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
Real nigga shit, don't no lie
Private plane, my 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 they wanted the same
I wanted the money and never the
I turned into they never became
Through all the rain, I kept my
And I burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my hood it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way
I was starving that was payback
Nigga that cake at?
Murder all your
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 gon'
When that gon' fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I ain't 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 they and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
out of the ashes
This a Detroit classic from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor
you're most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
I gave the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, no niggas over Sean
Toll by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So ask me why they strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I might even stick my out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just look a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As saying she's proud

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some they close to seeing me
em they close to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't to be here
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know there's a lot of
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's productive than others
Murray the winner, he he really
Nelson
fire though.
One time for the 305,
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My be so tight rope
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get With me, that Night flow
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
white whip sit
Like a slight wrist
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 this world, you playing cars.
You niggas
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly of noise
Who gon' me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
That was my

The towers fell, to Ground Zero
Kids didn't like Jackson
Nicki Barnes hero
As I play Rothstein, like Rob De Niro
through it but here though
Don't move the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast like win
on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his friends
When I die, tell 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 no clout, the Benz on it
the fiends say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through truck on, seats gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado