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, they

now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will mark any
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, saying greatness is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, I'm hot, third degree
I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
Dead faces my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get
Walk in my house you can meet my
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 fuck them
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the best, word to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me like Obama
all I want is change
And my niggas wanted the same
I wanted the and never the fame
I turned into they never became
Through all the rain, I kept my
And I burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was
Nigga where cake at?
all your artists
And I, I, I, I can feel 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 murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I ain't die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke I got no lungs
Got her going down, no
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they twist and with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the
Trick Trick got passes
I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
They it Motor City
you're most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're overtime.
'Til Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no attached
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm like to you niggas
I might stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might you my baby
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' beside you
My got paper on paper
This shit just look like a boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as
As grandma saying proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some think they to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know a lot of artists
But I got the best
colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, he he really
Nelson
That's though.
One time for the 305,
hydro make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a slight slit
shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch 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 like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been it but here though
Don't with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his best
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch rims on it
Problems? My man's on, see him, we him out
His mouth, our on it
smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you have no clout, the on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all your feet
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado