Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the
Murder, bet I it, Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I will mark any
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with
Hottest nigga 'round, they greatness is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, 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 breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter nigga a 7B
Big dog, get it, you on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
Dead 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 a damn you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, a nigga hate, man fuck them guys
Real shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me like Obama
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the money and 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 hood it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was that was payback
where that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I feel hate
I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you gon' wake
When thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
Niggas murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke I got no lungs
Got her down, no teeth
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking classic from MM got the masses
Trick Trick got passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah motor be the fastest bitch,
They it Motor City
you're most likely to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
Toll rollin by the so I guess we're going overtime.
we're Dumb high, dumb high
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 like Jordan to you
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got on paper
This shit look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma she's proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some think they to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We believe 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
colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Mandela
That's though.
One time for the 305,
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
That's to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough me, that Night flow
blow 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 minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you bumper cars.
You under-cards
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly 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
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki their hero
As I play Rothstein, like Rob De Niro
Been through it but here
Don't move with the
Dress the toast like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
me in a Maserati bricking his best friends
When I die, tell 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 smoking a ounce, a mountain, no on it
on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all your feet
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats
Drop tops like dates, Vado