Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I will any beat
Spread to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly with some stupid swag
Dead faces my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't to get laid
in my house you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can that Lac
Push that on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a hate, man fuck them guys
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, word to my
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
'Cause all I want is
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 nigga my hood it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And Maybach, let me take em way back
I was starving that was payback
Nigga that cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you gon' wake
When that gon' fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon
Now we goin' hard I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no
Got her down, no teeth
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you my language
From where they twist and talk with they
Man but this 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 Motor
'Cause you're most likely to (fuck it)
Good thing I got a
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap game style
But I shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're overtime.
we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling around in my old school, I like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings
So ask me why they strung out
I'm like to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my
And even buy you a
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just look like a boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as
As grandma she's proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some they close to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You poser ain't supposed to be here
We don't ya.
MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best,
No to stress, Khaled
Know a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's productive than others
the winner, he think he really
Nelson
That's though.
One for the 305, though
That hydro me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
That's hard to Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by if you write this shit
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
That was my

The fell, turning to Ground Zero
Kids like Reggie Jackson
Barnes their hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the like let's win
on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his friends
When I die, tell them to my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
My man's on, see him, we stomp him out
His mouth, our on it
Always 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 feet
Get the pills through, through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
tops like release dates, Vado