Luyện nghe bài hát Future Sport

Let the out (yo, yo)
Let the out (yo, yo)

Yo, yo, this Doc
Straight up, nigga, lay
No to play now (uh ha)
Brace be around your hip the waist down
it calm and don't react
Cognac be the
Lo, we back, cock, so these cats relax
You see the face through the open mask,
Open gash, throw me cash
We gon blow, front row, do
I'm a what you call a dog barking*
Fucking girls do hair in mini-malls
Lunatic Doc spit, four patted walls (uh ha)
Sick therapy got you in the raw (uh ha)
Cocky mass, I put the axe in the
Massacre, off Branson jars
I'll your hoe, strip your Benz
Even strip black line on your Master Card
Card, card,

'afraid to say what you mean
You're too scared to say what you feel
You're of us
You're of us

BK niggas, it down correct (uh ha)
Been a time coming, niggas better start running
Do than top-gunning
like a fifty-dollar sum
And y'all cowards mean nothing (uh huh)
Kept it real with this Rap shit you try to go Pop
I got the Maz' down on the schemes and plots (uh ha)
If I want, nigga, I could come and take block
So them, the first one to call the cops
Like a lesbi, strictly status nigga, let's see
I don't wanna test, B, niggas don't me
Who got you like Ghetty, funny like Eddie? (uh huh)
Bris' deadly, cuttin' niggas like a machete
Done, I die tech when it's (c'mon)
The home would a never let a nigga disrespect (c'mon)
We carry every object, enough to take 'em (uh huh)
Any project, so what nigga wanna test? (aaaahhh!)
Wha

You're 'afraid to say you mean
just too scared to say what you feel
You're of us
You're of us

Yo, yo, ha ha, yo
It's the phenomenon Cease, kill than cancer
Serious, thug, no dancer (what)
More than cameras, cock them hammers (uh)
My fo' fo' leave niggas like Montana
I'm killer than these could imagine when I'm rapping (oww)
I make it happen I'm relaxing
Who want I'm a give you whatcha bargain for
not friction, it's like fiction
Puttin' cats outta commission
that's devastatin', I'm dissin', so listen
If it's hot, get the fuck out the kitchen
We All-City, we
rather die just to floss wit' me (ha)
Keep it real, how niggas feel (feel)
'Cause this direct gonna get niggas killed
Niggas Cease can't write, Cease can't rob (yo)
do they know, I'm ahead of my time
Future rhymes,

You're 'afraid to say what you
You're just too scared to say you feel
afraid of us
afraid of us

Yo,
Yo, yo, say
Ha ha, yo
You
You

Yeah, yo
Uh huh, uh huh, huh
Future motherfuckers
Buck buck buck
Huh,
Uh huh,
Uh huh, huh
Ha ha, ha