Luyện nghe bài hát Future

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

now Khaled told 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, on Reggie Miller
I'm a beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, saying greatness is my tendency
No such as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you to be'
of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid
faces 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
Walk in my house you can my maid
And you give a you can push that Lac
Push Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip
No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man them guys
Real shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
Got me a ?

We the muthafuckin best, to my mama
presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'Cause all I is change
And my niggas they the same
I wanted the money and never the
I turned into something they never
all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and its my and
Real nigga my confirm it
Now it's 6 2's on closed
And Maybach, let me take em way back
I was starving that was payback
Nigga where cake at?
Murder all your
And I, I, I, I can feel love,
But I that hate
When I got that ? I feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't wake
that thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it no tired
Niggas talk murder, but ain't gon ride
Now we hard 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 speaking my
From they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign
Fresh out of the
This a Detroit fucking classic from MM got the masses
Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor,
Yeah that motor be the bitch,
call it Motor City
'Cause you're most likely to (fuck it)
Good I got a chauffeur
Going No sir!
Bitch I'm the rap stylist,
'Cause I the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas over
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're overtime.
'Til we're high, dumb high
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 like Jordan to you
I might even stick my out
She and wobble, bobbled
landed on my throttle
Bitch, I make you my baby
And even buy you a
Yo niggas ask how the top feel?
you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got on paper
This shit just like a novel boy
100 thousand of ice on me now
But it feel half as good
As grandma saying she's

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

The fell, turning to Ground Zero
Kids didn't Reggie Jackson
Nicki their hero
As I play Rothstein, Corleone Rob De Niro
Been through it but though
Don't with the weirdos
Dress the toast like let's win
Penthouses on and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
me in a Maserati bricking his best friends
When I die, them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
Problems? My man's on, see him, we him out
His mouth, our on it
Always smoking a ounce, a mountain, no on it
on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it
What the say?
Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat
Making sure all feet sprayed
Get the pills through, peel SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
Drop like release dates, Vado