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 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, on Reggie 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 T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, money, my remedy
on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I Owned 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 shooter like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid
Dead keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck bitches, ain't trying to get laid
in my house you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can that Lac
Push that Benz on, that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I
Got me a ?

We the best, word to my mama
Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like
all I want is change
And my niggas they wanted the
I the money and never the fame
I turned something they never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I burning and its my turn and
Real my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And that Maybach, let me em way back
I was starving that was payback
Nigga that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I feel that
When I got that ? I feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon'
When that thing fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no
Niggas talk murder, but they gon ride
Now we goin' like 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 and talk with they fingers
Man but this no sign language
out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking from when MM got the masses
Trick Trick got passes
I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah motor be the fastest bitch,
They call it City
'Cause most likely to crash (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 over shine, ain't no niggas Sean
Toll by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch I run
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel the alumni
Fucking hoes, no attached
So don't ask me why strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble,
Then landed on my
Bitch, I might make you my
And buy you a bottle
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got paper on
shit just look like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma saying proud

Forever dedicated, poetic genius
Some think they to seeing me
Tell em they to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't 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
colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he
Nelson
That's though.
One time for the 305,
That 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, Night flow
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That whip sit
Like a wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you this shit
and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you bumper cars.
You niggas
You should be
All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of
Who tell me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see them
That was my

The towers fell, turning to Ground
Kids didn't Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes their
As I Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' the toast let's win
Penthouses on West and 4th, and Mac 6
While me in a bricking his best 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
What the say?
Few roaches, you spray, on tours, eat straight
sure all your feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
tops like release dates, Vado