Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
Chevy crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, degree
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck,
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 on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get
Fuck bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can 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
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 is change
And my niggas they wanted the
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into something they never
Through all the rain, I kept my
And I burning and its my turn and
nigga my hood confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way
I was starving that was payback
Nigga where cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel hate
I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you gon' wake
When that gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas talk murder, but they 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 my language
From where they twist and talk with they
Man but this ain't no sign
Fresh out of the
This a fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got passes
I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor
'Cause you're most likely to (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
But I over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're overtime.
'Til we're 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 like to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I make you my baby
And buy you a bottle
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you em' right beside you
My pockets got paper on
This just look like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma she's proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
think they close to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't ya.
MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
fire though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro 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 for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me 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 Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
Don't move with the
Dress pimpin' the like 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 on, see him, we stomp 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 need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop like release dates, Vado