Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

Okay now Khaled told me 'em, he just told me kill 'em
for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it, to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your
Nightmare on any street, swear I will mark any
this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with stupid swag
Dead keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, trying to get laid
in my house 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, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
Real shit, don't tell no lie
plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, word to my
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my they wanted the same
I wanted the and never the fame
I turned into they never became
all the rain, I kept my flame
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 take em way
I was starving that was payback
Nigga that cake at?
Murder all artists
And I, I, I, I can that love,
But I feel that
I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon'
When that gon' fly
Got a kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon
Now we goin' like I ain't 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
where they 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
Bitch I'm the Motor, Motor
that motor be the fastest bitch,
They it Motor 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, no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess going overtime.
we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel the alumni
hoes, no strings attached
So ask me why they strung out
I'm Jordan to you niggas
I even stick my tongue out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo don't ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' beside you
My pockets got paper on
This shit just look like a boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it don't feel as good
As grandma saying proud

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

The towers fell, to Ground Zero
Kids didn't Reggie Jackson
Nicki Barnes hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been through it but here
Don't move with the
Dress pimpin' the toast let's win
on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
While me in a bricking his best friends
When I die, tell them to turn my to stretch Benz rims on it
Problems? My on, see him, we stomp him out
His mouth, our on it
smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
Spins on it, you have no clout, the on it
the fiends 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
tops like release dates, Vado