Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

(Remix)
Travis Scott Feat. Future, Thug & M.I.A.

Haha,

I made you get Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get Patek right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (You like a mil' up)
Yeah, ten links, I got gang (Two hundred million)
Yeah, my first Rolex serving 'caine
Yeah, [?] main thing, she [?], she can my cup
Copping pink dollars in your tee,
[?], the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets,
Swag in and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been my check before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me I'm Tyson
Bitch, X-rated know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my thousand once
One for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super
Yeah, hoes out, we just slime this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we confident (Nap boule)
High, bitch [?], a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
up, Freeband Gang (It's lit)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

Cacti's, not no tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google to find me (Ah)
Uh, I called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky,
I start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, seen it) Yup, on his tee, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, yup, call the Sprite (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, the luck (Luck)
Keep that, that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yeah, yep, in my tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)
in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
him up, no napkin, yee (Doo)

Yup, in my tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

me
Backin' out off the cave, we built shit out for pain
In the cup it built, I'm cup and champagne
through in [?] automatics, say name
[?] how they start to
Coming through no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come and special
Over, up the top and she got