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 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 motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, like a chopper piece
Flow right through your T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they greatness is my tendency
No thing 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'
Last of a breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the 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 damn you can that Lac
Push that Benz on, push 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, a nigga hate, man fuck 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
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling Obama
all I want is change
And my niggas they wanted the
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned something they never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept and its my turn and
Real my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way
When I was starving that was
where that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can feel 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 they ain't gon
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 my language
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 Trick got passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
They call it Motor
you're most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game bitch
But I shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, 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 they out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might even stick my out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' right you
My got paper on paper
This shit just like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As grandma she's proud

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't to be here
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas'
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know there's a lot of
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my more productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
That's though.
One time for the 305,
That hydro 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 for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't or I ain't flowin'
Folarin, you see them puters
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids didn't like Reggie
Barnes their hero
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati his best friends
I die, tell them 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
smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you have no clout, the on it
What the fiends
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
tops like release dates, Vado