Luyện nghe bài hát Franchise (Remix)

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

Haha,

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

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

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

Yeah, yup, the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On flights, brrat)
'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to my cup (Ayy)
Ran up million, told the Devil, Keep the luck (Luck)
Keep that, that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you tie me (Scotts with 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, up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my (Ooh, yeah)

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