Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I it, Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm
Twin pistol shooter nigga a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid 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
Walk in my you can meet my maid
And you a damn you can push that 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
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the best, word to my mama
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas they wanted the
I wanted the and never the fame
I turned into they never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving was payback
Nigga that cake at?
Murder all artists
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 gon' wake
When that gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I 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 and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit classic from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
Yeah motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor
'Cause most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
But I over shine, ain't no over Sean
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, dumb
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel the alumni
hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I might even stick my out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got paper on
shit just look like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma saying proud

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
there's a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive others
Murray the winner, he he really
Mandela
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that Night
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
Nigga and right this minute, say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas
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 puters
That was my

The towers fell, to Ground Zero
Kids didn't like Reggie
Nicki Barnes hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De
Been it but here though
Don't move with the
Dress pimpin' the like let's win
on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz 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 need spray, on tours, eat
Making all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats
Drop tops like dates, Vado