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 time to now (uh ha)
Brace be around your hip from the waist
Keep it calm and don't
Cognac be the
Lo, we back, cock, so cats won't relax
You see the face the open mask, body
Open gash, throw me cash
We gon blow, front row, do
I'm a what you call a dog *Dog
Fucking that do hair in mini-malls
Lunatic when Doc spit, four patted (uh ha)
therapy got you back in the raw (uh ha)
Cocky mass, I put the axe in the
Massacre, seminars off Branson
I'll strip hoe, strip your Benz
Even strip that black on your Master Card
Card, card,

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

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

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

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

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