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 me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in sleep
on any street, swear I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, degree
Whip I drive? Owned by me, and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm
Twin shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get
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 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 muthafuckin best, to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me like Obama
'Cause all I want is
And my niggas they wanted the
I wanted the money and never the
I turned into they never became
Through all the rain, I kept my
And I burning and its my turn and
Real my hood confirm it
Now 6 2's on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me em way back
When I was starving was payback
Nigga where that at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I feel hate
When I got that ? I feel so safe
I put it to mug, you ain't 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' like I ain't gonna die
Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke I got no lungs
Got her going down, no
I it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my
From where twist and talk with they fingers
Man but ain't no sign language
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking from when MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah motor be the fastest bitch,
call it Motor City
'Cause you're most to crash (fuck it)
thing 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 we're Dumb high, dumb
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling around in my old school, I like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no attached
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I might even my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
Then landed on my
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' right you
My pockets got on paper
This shit just like a novel boy
100 worth of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As saying she's proud

dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
Some think close to seeing me
Tell em close to Stevie
You poser ain't supposed to be here
We believe ya.
Double MG'er, we put a wreath on careers
We the best,
No need to stress,
there's a lot of artists
But I got the palette
colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
fire though.
One for the 305, though
hydro make me tired, yo
My be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight
That's hard to Quick Tri-Flow
Get rough With me, that Night
Hoes for me, I maestro, shit
That white sit
Like a slight slit
shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm 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 ain't
Folarin, you see them puters
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids didn't like Reggie
Barnes their hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De
Been it but here though
move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the like let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
While me in a Maserati bricking his best
When I die, them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
Problems? My 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 have no clout, the on it
the fiends say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
Making sure all feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, gray
Drop tops release dates, Vado