Luyện nghe bài hát Future Sport

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

Yo, yo, Funk Doc
Straight up, nigga, lay
No time to now (uh ha)
Brace be around hip from the waist down
Keep it and don't react
Cognac be the
Lo, we back, cock, so cats won't relax
You see the face through the open mask,
Open gash, hoes me cash
We gon blow, row, do trash
I'm a what you call a dog barking*
Fucking girls that do hair in
Lunatic when Doc spit, four patted (uh ha)
Sick therapy got you in the raw (uh ha)
mass, I put the axe in the door
Massacre, seminars off Branson
I'll strip hoe, strip your Benz
Even strip that line on your Master Card
Card, card,

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

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

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

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

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