Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

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

We the best, word to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
all I want is change
And my they wanted the same
I wanted the money and the fame
I turned into something never became
Through all the rain, I kept my
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
Nigga where that at?
all your artists
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I just feel so
I put it to your mug, you gon' wake
When thing gon' fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I 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 and talk with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
Fresh out of the
a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got them
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that be the fastest bitch,
They it Motor City
'Cause you're likely to crash (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
I'm the rap game stylist,
'Cause I gave the rap style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess going overtime.
'Til Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no attached
So don't ask me why they out
I'm like Jordan to you
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo niggas don't ask how the top
When you keep em' right you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it don't half as good
As grandma saying she's

Forever dedicated, Maybach genius
Some think they to seeing me
Tell em they close to
You poser niggas supposed to be here
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas'
We the best,
No need to stress,
Know a lot of artists
But I got the palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than
Murray the winner, he he really
Mandela
That's though.
One time for the 305,
That make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so rope
That's to find Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough me, that Night flow
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
white whip sit
Like a slight slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write shit
Nigga and right minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing cars.
You under-cards
You be unemployed
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly of noise
Who gon' tell me that I going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see puters
was my influence

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids like Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been through it but here
Don't move with the
pimpin' the toast like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his friends
When I die, tell them to turn my 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
on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all your sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 on, seats gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado