Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, on Reggie 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 like a chopper
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, money, my remedy
Pockets on, D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I 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 shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid
Dead keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get
Fuck them bitches, ain't to get laid
Walk in my house you can meet my
And you give a damn you can that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the
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 muthafuckin best, word to my
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling Obama
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas wanted the same
I wanted the money and never the
I into something they never became
Through all the rain, I my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was that was payback
Nigga where cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I that hate
I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you gon' wake
When that gon' fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they gon ride
Now we hard like I ain't gonna 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 speaking my
where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no language
out of the ashes
This a fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
that motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it Motor
'Cause you're most likely to (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap style bitch
But I shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling around in my old school, I like the alumni
hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' right you
My pockets got on paper
shit just look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We don't ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's productive than others
Murray the winner, he he really
Mandela
That's though.
One time for the 305,
hydro make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to find Quick
Get rough me, that Night flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by if you write this shit
Nigga and this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who gon' tell me I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
was my influence

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids didn't like Reggie
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, like Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
Don't move the weirdos
pimpin' the toast like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his friends
When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to Benz rims on it
My man's 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 need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all your feet
Get the pills through, through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop tops like release dates,