Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper
Flow right through your T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck,
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 faces keep my money in the bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I get paid
them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can that Lac
Push that Benz on, push 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck them
Real nigga shit, don't no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
all I want is change
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into something they became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on curtains
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was starving was payback
where that cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I feel that
I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon'
When thing gon' fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we hard like I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no
Got her going down, no
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where they twist and talk with fingers
Man but ain't no sign language
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking classic from MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They call it City
'Cause you're most to crash (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game bitch
But I over shine, ain't no over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I we're going overtime.
we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm like to you niggas
I might even my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then landed on my
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just look a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some think they close to me
Tell em close to Stevie
You niggas ain't supposed to be here
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a on niggas' careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know a lot of artists
But I got the best
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive others
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to find Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that Night
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a wrist slit
shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this minute, say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of world, you playing bumper cars.
You under-cards
You should be
All you is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I flowin'
Folarin, you see them puters
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Ground
didn't like Reggie Jackson
Nicki their hero
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
through it but here though
Don't with the weirdos
Dress the toast like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a bricking his best friends
When I die, tell to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
My man's on, see him, we stomp him out
His mouth, our on it
smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you no clout, the Benz on it
the fiends say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop like release dates, Vado