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)
be around your hip from the waist down
Keep it calm and react
Cognac be the
Lo, we back, cock, so these cats relax
You see the face through the mask, body
gash, hoes throw me cash
We gon blow, row, do trash
I'm a what you call a dog *Dog
girls that do hair in mini-malls
Lunatic when Doc spit, four 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 strip your hoe, strip your
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
afraid of us
You're of us

BK niggas, hold it correct (uh ha)
Been a long time coming, better start running
Do more top-gunning
Dumming a fifty-dollar sum
And y'all cowards mean nothing (uh huh)
Kept it with this Rap shit while 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 them, the first one to call the cops
Like a lesbi, strictly platinum nigga, let's see
I don't wanna test, B, niggas impress me
Who got you gassed like Ghetty, like Eddie? (uh huh)
Bris' deadly, cuttin' niggas like a machete
Done, I die tech when indirect (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
You're just too to say what you feel
You're of us
You're of us

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

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