Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
on any street, swear I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics a chopper piece
Flow through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my
Pockets on, heavy D, I'm hot, third 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 shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly nigga with some swag
faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
Fuck them bitches, trying to get laid
in my house 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 fuck guys
Real nigga shit, tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, I reside
Got me a ?

We the best, word to my mama
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas they wanted the
I wanted the and never the fame
I turned into they never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was starving was payback
Nigga where that at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel that
When I got that ? I feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon'
When that thing fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon
Now we goin' like I ain't gonna 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 twist and 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
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
call it Motor City
'Cause you're most likely to (fuck it)
thing I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas over
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
hoes, no strings attached
So ask me why they strung out
I'm like to you niggas
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
When you em' right beside you
My pockets got on paper
shit just look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As grandma saying she's

dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
Some think they to seeing me
Tell em they close to
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
there's a lot of artists
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than
Murray the winner, he think he
Mandela
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My be so tight rope
That's hard to find Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that flow
Hoes blow for me, I maestro,
That whip sit
Like a slight wrist
shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who tell me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see them
was my influence

The towers fell, turning to Zero
Kids like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes hero
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
through it but here though
Don't move with the
Dress pimpin' the toast let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his best
I die, tell 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 a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats
Drop like release dates, Vado